He had every opportunity of carrying out Pomeroy's suggestion to make

Lord Almeric his confidant. For when he entered the chamber which they

shared, he found his lordship awake, tossing and turning in the shade of

the green moreen curtains; in a pitiable state between chagrin and rage.

But the tutor's nerve failed him. He had few scruples--it was not that;

but he was weary and sick at heart, and for that night he felt that he

had done enough. So to all my lord's inquiries he answered as sleepily

as consisted with respect, until the effect which he did not wish to

produce was produced. The young roué's suspicions were aroused, and on

a sudden he sat up in bed, his nightcap quivering on his head.

'Tommy!' he cried feverishly. 'What is afoot downstairs? Now, do you

tell me the truth.' 'Nothing,' Mr. Thomasson answered soothingly.

'Because--well, she's played it uncommon low on me, uncommon low she's

played it,' my lord complained pathetically; 'but fair is fair, and

willing's willing! And I'll not see her hurt. Pom's none too nice, I

know, but he's got to understand that. I'm none of your Methodists,

Tommy, as you are aware, no one more so! But, s'help me! no one shall

lay a hand on her against her will!' 'My dear lord, no one is going to!' the tutor answered, quaking in his

bed.

'That is understood, is it? Because it had better be!' the little lord

continued with unusual vigour. 'I vow I have no cause to stand up for

her. She's a d--d saucy baggage, and has treated me with--with d--d

disrespect. But, oh Lord! Tommy, I'd have been a good husband to her. I

would indeed. And been kind to her. And now--she's made a fool of me!

She's made a fool of me!' And my lord took off his nightcap, and wiped his eyes with it.




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