'Hush! my good sir. Hush!' Mr. Thomasson cried anxiously, after making

more than one futile effort to stop him. Between his respect for his

companion, and the deference in which he held a lord, the tutor was in

agony. 'My good sir, my dear Lord Almeric, you are in error,' he

continued strenuously. 'You mistake, I assure you, you mistake--' 'Do we, by Gad!' Mr. Pomeroy cried, winking at Julia.' Well, you and I,

my dear, don't, do we? We understand one another very well.' The girl only answered by a fierce look of contempt. But Mr. Thomasson

was in despair. 'You do not, indeed!' he cried, almost wringing his

hands. 'This lady has lately come into a--a fortune, and to-night was

carried off by some villains from the Castle Inn at Marlborough in a--in

a post-chaise. I was fortunately on the spot to give her such protection

as I could, but the villains overpowered me, and to prevent my giving

the alarm, as I take it, bundled me into the chaise with her.' 'Oh, come,' said Mr. Pomeroy, grinning. 'You don't expect us to swallow

that?' 'It is true, as I live,' the tutor protested. 'Every word of it.' 'Then how come you here?' 'Not far from your gate, for no reason that I can understand, they

turned us out, and made off.' 'Honest Abraham?' Lord Almeric asked; he had listened open-mouthed.

'Every word of it,' the tutor answered.

'Then, my dear, if you have a fortune, sit down,' cried Mr. Pomeroy; and

seizing a chair he handed it with exaggerated gallantry to Julia, who

still remained near the door, frowning darkly at the trio; neither

ashamed nor abashed, but proudly and coldly contemptuous. 'Make yourself

at home, my pretty,' he continued familiarly, 'for if you have a fortune

it is the only one in this house, and a monstrous uncommon thing. Is it

not, my lord?' 'Lord! I vow it is!' the other drawled; and then, taking advantage of

the moment when Julia's attention was engaged elsewhere--she dumbly

refused to sit, 'Where is Dunborough?' my lord muttered.

'Heaven knows,' Mr. Thomasson whispered, with a wink that postponed

inquiry. 'What is more to the purpose,' he continued aloud, 'if I may

venture to make the suggestion to your lordship and Mr. Pomeroy, Miss

Masterson has been much distressed and fatigued this evening. If there

is a respectable elderly woman in the house, therefore, to whose care

you could entrust her for the night, it were well.' 'There is old Mother Olney,' Mr. Pomeroy answered, assenting with a

readier grace than the tutor expected, 'who locked herself up an hour

ago for fear of us young bloods. She should be old and ugly enough! Here

you, Jarvey, go and kick in her outworks, and bid her come down.' 'Better still, if I may suggest it,' said the tutor, who was above all

things anxious to be rid of the girl before too much was said--'Might

not your servant take Miss above stairs to this good woman--who will

doubtless see to her comfort? Miss Masterson has gone through some

surprising adventures this evening, and I think it were better if you

allowed her to withdraw at once, Mr. Pomeroy.' 'Jarvey, take the lady,' Mr. Pomeroy cried. 'A sweet pretty toad she is.

Here's to your eyes and fortune, child!' he continued with an impudent

grin; and filling his glass he pledged her as she passed.




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