Suddenly the crowd about the door heaved. It opened slowly, and a voice,

airy and indifferent, was heard remarking, 'Ah! These are the people,

are they? Poor devils! 'Then a pause; and then, in a tone of

unmistakable surprise, 'Hallo!' the newcomer cried as he emerged and

stared at the scene before him. 'What is this?' The attorney almost fell on his knees. 'Sir George!' he screamed. 'My

dear Sir George! Honoured sir, believe me I am innocent of any

ill-meaning.' 'Tut-tut!' said Sir George, who might have just stepped out of his

dressing-closet instead of his carriage, so perfect was his array, from

the ruffles that fell gracefully over his wrists to the cravat that

supported his chin. 'Tut-tut! Lord, man, what is the meaning of this?' 'We are going to see,' the landlord answered drily, forestalling the

lawyer's reply. 'I have sent for the constable, Sir George.' 'But, Sir George, you'll speak for us?' Mr. Fishwick cried piteously,

cutting the other short in his turn. 'You will speak for us? You know

me. You know that I am a respectable man. Oh, dear me, if this were told

in Wallingford!' he continued; 'and I have a mother aged seventy! It is

a mistake--a pure mistake, as I am prepared to prove. I appeal to you,

sir. Both I and my friends--' He was stopped on that word; and very strangely. The girl turned on him,

her cheeks scarlet. 'For shame!' she cried with indignation that seemed

to her hearers inexplicable. 'Be silent, will you?' Sir George stared with the others. 'Oh!' said Lady Dunborough, 'so you

have found your voice, have you, miss--now that there is a

gentleman here?' 'But--what is it all about?' Sir George asked.

'They took your rooms, sir,' the landlord explained respectfully.

'Pooh! is that all?' Soane answered contemptuously. What moved him he

could not tell; but in his mind he had chosen his side. He did not like

Lady Dunborough.

'But they are not,' the landlord objected, 'they are not the persons

they say they are, Sir George.' 'Chut!' said Soane carelessly. 'I know this person, at any rate. He is

respectable enough. I don't understand it at all. Oh, is that you,

Thomasson?' Mr. Thomasson had fallen back a pace on Sir George's entrance; but being

recognised he came forward. 'I think that you will acknowledge, my dear

sir,' he said persuasively--and his tone was very different from that

which he had taken ten minutes earlier--'that at any rate--they are not

proper persons to sit down with her ladyship.' 'But why should they sit down with her?' said Sir George the

fashionable, slightly raising his eyebrows.




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