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He might have enemies in the town, but what power had they? Fear closed Judge Marriott's mouth; the fiddler, Martin Fairley, had vanished into some hole to hide himself; Crosby was waiting patiently for the fulfilment of his promise; and Sydney Fellowes, who, to his surprise, he learnt was also in Dorchester, could do little against him.
"No; I'm still struggling with this sash," Polly answered, coming out from behind a screen dressed as Bassanio. "I'll fix it. There!" Miss Crosby tied the refractory sash and then stood off to view the effect. "You make a very gallant and graceful Bassanio," she said. "Where's my Portia?" Polly inquired. Lois was being "made up"; so she could only laugh in response.
He would have saved Monmouth if he could, but after all, Monmouth aspired to a throne and must take the risks; the people, on the other hand, had nothing to win and everything to lose, and, although Crosby would not take up arms with them, he was quite ready to sacrifice himself on their behalf. He was of that stock which had bred the Pyms and Hampdens of the Civil War.
Then the nurse turned away in pity, for behind the closed door she heard a grown man sobbing like a hurt child. The Crosby twins had gone home very quietly, after doing all they could to help Colonel Kent and Madame Bernard. "The Yellow Peril" chugged along at the lowest speed with all its gaudy banners torn down.
"Yet you're mightily tickled when that black-eyed sister of the Alcalde calls you 'Don Carlos," said Crosby, yawning. "Dona Isabel," said Brace, with some empressement, "is a lady of position, and these are only her national courtesies." "She just worships Miss Keene, and I reckon she knows by this time all about your old attentions to her friend," said Crosby, with lazy mischief.
"Don't you wish you knew?" he said. "I've told you a lot of inside stories, Mr. Crosby, but I'll never tell on my pals again. Not me! That's MY secret." At the door of the hotel he bade me a hasty good-by, and for a few minutes I believed that Schnitzel had passed out of my life forever. Then, in taking account of my belongings, I missed my field-glasses.
Meanwhile, under cover of the night and the fire of the fleet, Fleet-Captain Bell, and Lieutenants-Commanding Crosby and Caldwell of the gunboats Pinola and Itasca, had succeeded in forcing a channel through the obstructions, a piece of duty that had required the most robust and dauntless courage, and in which Caldwell a son of Massachusetts shone pre-eminent by the coolness of his methods and thoroughness of his work.
He was a handsome man, in appearance a born leader of men; and if Gilbert Crosby understood some of the shortcomings which lay underneath this attractive exterior, he could not remember them just now. There was the temptation to offer himself heart and soul to this man and forget the self-imposed mission on which he had come.
Watson came to a standstill. "Mr. Crosby waits, madam. Good fortune go with you." "Thank you," she said, and pressed some coins into the man's hand. "Some day, perhaps, I may thank you better." The soldier saluted as she went forward, watching her, but not following her. The post-boy was already in his place, and it was evident that the horses were impatient to be gone.
Crosby that Doctor Dick had gone away? Or to the old doctor? Both of them away, and that little upstart in the office ready to steal their patients and hang out his own sign the moment they got back! Unused to duplicity as he was, Dick found himself floundering along an extremely crooked path.
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