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It was late, and fast growing dark, when he rode through Bruton; but, eager to arrive, he pushed on, though twilight had fast faded into night, and heavy clouds, laden with brief but violent showers, were drifting across the face of the moon.
Do you see this slip of paper? this is a check for eleven hundred pounds, drawn out and signed by me, Maurice Mangan, barrister-at-law, and author of several important works not yet written. I took it up this afternoon to that young fellow's rooms in Bruton Street, to get a receipt for the money, for I thought that would satisfy you better; but I found he was in Paris. Never mind.
'You'll see everything safe, eh, Croll? Croll said that he would see everything safe, and Melmotte passed out into the Square. He had not far to go, round through Berkeley Square into Bruton Street, but he stood for a few moments looking up at the bright stars.
"The men are standing well to their places round the palisades, but I have no fear of an assault to-night. By the way, how is Bruton?" I heard the words, and my throat seemed to grow dry. "Bruton? I don't know. Tired out, I suppose." "What!" said the General; "didn't you know?" "Nothing; only that we have all been working like slaves to put that fire out."
'They do that in France. 'Here it would be a rumpsteak; but the sentiment is the same. At all events, the thing is as I told you, and I do not despair of Danesbury. 'For the letter, perhaps not; but he'll never ask you to Bruton Street, nor, if he did, could you accept. 'You are thinking of Lady Maude. 'I am. 'There would be no difficulty in that quarter.
Lord Lufton, she said, though he would not sleep in Bruton Street Lady Lufton lived in Bruton Street had promised to pass there as much of his time as his parliamentary duties would permit. O Lady Lufton! Lady Lufton! did it not occur to you when you wrote those last words, intending that they should have so strong an effect on the mind of your correspondent, that you were telling a tarradiddle?
The dying down of the brilliance and energy of the strongly marked character, which had made her the life of the Bruton Street salon, into this mildness, this despondency, this hidden weariness, had left her infinitely more lovely in his eyes. But how to restrain himself much longer from taking the sad, gracious woman in his arms and coercing her into sanity and happiness!
"It would be useless," said Lord Alfred; "she knows her own mind too well." And so he went his way. When the spring-time came, Sir Harry Hotspur with his wife and daughter, went up to London. During the last season the house in Bruton Street had been empty. He and his wife were then mourning their lost son, and there was no place for the gaiety of London in their lives.
It was arranged that Griselda should come back to Bruton Street for the night, and that her visit should then be brought to a close. "The archdeacon thinks that for the present I had better remain up in town," said Mrs. Grantly, "and under the very peculiar circumstances Griselda will be perhaps more comfortable with me."
Gaskell stepped hurriedly through the window from the terrace. "John has fainted!" he said. "Run for some smelling salts and call Parnham!" There was a scene of hurried alarm, giving place ere long to terrified despair. Parnham mounted a horse and set off at a wild gallop to Swanage to fetch Dr. Bruton; but an hour before he returned we knew the worst.
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