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I've been so absorbed in the laborrit'ry, what with three rejuvenators and an elixir all on the simmer together, I almost gave way under the strain of it; but they're set to cool now, and I'm ready to go as soon as you please." "Now," said Jauncy, briskly, as they left the shop together, "if we're to get up to Rosherwich Gardens to-night, we mustn't dawdle."
"Not once leastwise, that is to say " A guilty memory of Rosherwich made him bungle here. "Why, of course I didn't expect you to stop indoors all the time," said Matilda, noticing the amendment, "so long as you never went where you wouldn't take me." Oh, conscience, conscience! But Rosherwich didn't count it was outside the radius; and besides, he hadn't enjoyed himself.
"That's enough," said Miss Tweddle. "It's all a mistake, I'm sure, and you'll be sorry some day for having made it. Now go, Miss Parkinson, and make no more mischief!" A light had burst in upon Leander's perturbed mind. Ada had not broken faith with him, after all. He remembered Bella's conduct during the return from Rosherwich, and understood at last to what a mistake her present wrath was due.
It was the statue he had last seen in Rosherwich Gardens now, in some strange and wondrous way, moving alive! "How could it be a dream? Yet there She stood, the moveless image fair!" The Earthly Paradise.
"Wait a bit, sir; I think I do remember something of the legend you refer to. You found it in the Earthly Paradise, I make no doubt?" "I found it in Rosherwich Gardens," Leander very nearly blurted out; but he stopped himself, and said instead, "I don't think I've ever been there, sir; not to remember it." "Well, well! you're no lover of poetry, that's very evident; but the story is there.
"I I suppose you had no trouble in finding your way here?" he said. "No," said Jauncy, "not more than usual; the streets were pretty full, and that makes it harder to get along." "We met such quantities of soldiers," put in Bella. "Do you remember those two soldiers at Rosherwich, Mr. Tweddle? How funny they did look, dancing; didn't they?
"You don't remember me, I see," said the latter; and then suddenly changing his tone to a foreign accent, he said: "Haf you been since to drink a glass of beer at your open-air gardens at Rosherwich?" Leander knew him then. It was his foreign customer of Monday evening. His face was clean-shaven now, and his expression changed not for the better.
"It's only to answer a few questions. I understand you lost a ring at the Rosherwich Gardens yesterday evening: that's so, isn't it?" He was a military looking person, as Leander now perceived, and he had a close-trimmed iron-grey beard, a high colour, quick eyes, and a stiff hard-lipped mouth not at all the kind of man to trifle with.
The ring he gave you that night at Rosherwich!" "The girl's mad!" exclaimed the other. "He never gave me a ring in all his life! I wouldn't have taken it, if he'd asked me ever so. Mr. Tweddle indeed!" "Why do you say that?" said Matilda. "He has not got it himself, and your sister said he gave it to you, and and I saw it with my own eyes on your hand!"
Leander would have liked to ask in what respect Miss Parkinson considered herself injured by the expedition to Rosherwich; but, before he could do so, his aunt returned with the young lady in question. Bella was gorgeously dressed, and made her entrance with the stiffest possible dignity. "Miss Parkinson, my dear," said her hostess, "you mustn't be made a stranger of.
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