'Oh!' he said with an execration. 'He is here, is he? Wish you joy of

him, my lady! Very well, I go on. Good night, madam!' The viscountess

knew that opposition would stiffen him. 'Stop!' she cried.

But he was already in the hall, ordering fresh saddle-horses for himself

and his man. My lady heard the order, and stood listening. Mr. Thomasson

heard it, and stood quaking. At any moment the door of the room in which

the girl was supping might open--it was adjacent to the hall--and she

come out, and the two would meet. Nor did the suspense last a moment or

two only. Fresh horses could not be ready in a minute, even in those

times, when day and night post-horses stood harnessed in the stalls.

Even Mr. Dunborough could not be served in a moment.

So he roared for a

pint of claret and a crust, sent one servant flying this way, and

another that, hectored up and down the entrance, to the admiration of

the peeping chambermaids; and for a while added much to the bustle. Once

in those minutes the fateful door did open, but it emitted only a

waiter. And in the end, Mr. Dunborough's horses being announced, he

strode out, his spurs ringing on the steps, and the viscountess heard

him clatter away into the night, and drew a deep breath of relief. For a

day or two, at any rate, she was saved. For the time, the machinations

of the creature below stairs were baffled.




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