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So they all drove back to the Catacombs, and effected our rescue after we had been immured for exactly seven hours. I wish to add, to the credit of Mr. Richard Dod, that he has never yet breathed a syllable to anybody about the manner in which Mrs. Portheris sustained nature during our imprisonment, although he must often have been strongly tempted to do so. And neither have I until now.
"Did you, indeed," said Isabel's mamma coldly. "My dear child, how anxious she will be!" "Oh, I should think not," I said hopefully. "I am sure she can trust Mr. Dod to take care of himself and of us, too, for the matter of that." "Mr. Dod!" exclaimed Mrs. Portheris with indignation. "My poor child's anxiety will be for her mother." And we let it go at that.
Portheris, and "I think I will take your other arm, Mr. Dod," said I. "Thank you," replied Dicky, "I should be glad of both of yours," which may look ambiguous now, but we quite understood it at the time. It made rather uncomfortable walking in places, but against that overwhelming majority of the dead it was comforting to feel ourselves a living unit.
It was directed I saw that much to a Mr. Is he the creature who is to be forced upon you, my child?" Mrs. Portheris in the sentimental view was really affecting. "I think it very likely," I said calmly, "but I have promised to be faithful to Richard, Mrs. Portheris, and I will." But I really felt a little nervous.
Portheris expanded into that inevitable British story of the officer who reported of certain tribes that they had no manners and their customs were abominable, and I, at a mute invitation from Dicky, stepped aside to get the angle of the Tower from a better point of view. Mr. Dod was depressed, so much so that he came to the point at once. "I hope you had a good time in Genoa," he said.
Portheris's hands, and had always come out of them so much livelier than ever, that our Aunt Caroline had abandoned her to America some time previously. "Emmeline!" exclaimed Mrs. Malt, "you are too personal." "She ought to be sent to the children's table," Mrs. Portheris remarked severely. "Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Portheris. I don't like milk puddings they give you a double chin.
"It was," I said. There was nothing else to say. "Then may I inquire if you fulfilled it?" "I didn't, Mrs. Portheris," said I. I was very red, but not so red as Mr. Mafferton. "Circumstances interfered." I was prepared for an inquiry as to what the circumstances were, and privately made up my mind that Mrs.
We came here this morning at ten o'clock, and I should think, I should think thish mus' be minnight on the following day." "My watch has run down," said Dicky, "but you are probably quite right, Mrs. Portheris." "It is doubtful," Mrs. Portheris went on, pulling herself together, "whether we are ever found. There are nine hundred miles of Catacombs.
"In that case," said she, "I also will remain at the top;" but her determination arrived too late. With a ferocious gesture the little official shut the door and gave the signal, and Mrs. Portheris sank earthwards, a vision of outraged propriety. I felt sorry for momma. "And now," I inquired of Mr. Dod, "why was the elevator not safe?" "I'll tell you," said Dicky. "Do you know Mrs.
"The best quality of friendship sometimes arises out of the most unfortunate circumstances," I added. The sympathy in my voice was for Dicky and Isabel. Mr. Mafferton looked at me expressively and the carriage drew up at the Catacombs of St. Callistus. Mrs. Portheris was awaiting us by the gate, however, so in getting out I gave my hand to Dicky. Inside and outside the gate, how quiet it was.
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