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Anthony galloped off lookin' like a devil an' a bottle o' my brandy in 'is pocket!" "Had Mrs. Vere-Manville come to find him, George?" "No, sir! He'd been gone a good 'arf-hour afore she came. 'O George, says she, all a-gaspin' like, 'is Miss Lovel 'ere? 'Upstairs along o' Mr. Vereker, ma'm, I says.
"Aye, to be sure, sir!" nodded Mr. Shrig. "Wiciousness has been a-ridin' in that theer chaise an' Windictiveness a-gallopin' arter on your 'oss. P'raps you can likewise tell me who't was as rode your 'oss?" "No," I answered, "unless good heaven, can it be Anthony my friend Mr. Vere-Manville?" "Name sounds familiar!" said Mr.
Aha!" exclaimed Mr. Shrig, still busied on his researches. "He's got summat in this 'ere 'ind pocket as I can't come at p'raps you'll obleege me by heavin' Windictiveness over a bit, sir? Why, never mind, sir done it myself " "How did the young woman come by this letter?" "'T is in ewidence as years ago she was maid to a lady now Mrs. Vere-Manville, it was give her by that same.
Should you still be suffering from spleen, liver or the blue devils, go for a gallop on your "Wildfire." With which salutary advice to yourself and good wishes to your friend Mr. Vere-Manville, "Mr. Shrig," said I, "you have my uncle's permission to wait upon him at once. Sir Jervas is acquainted with you, it seems?" "Sir Jervas?" repeated Mr. Shrig, reaching down for hat and knobby stick.
At this he turned to glare at me rather haughtily, then his eyes softened, his lips twitched. "So women do not appeal to you, Peregrine. Pray why?" "Because woman appeals to me so much one, sir!" "Ah, your roving gipsy?" "Precisely, sir." "Where is she, at present?" "I believe in Italy, sir." "Hum! Your friend Vere-Manville ran across her in Rome, I believe. When did you hear from her last?"
Youthful despite years, quick of eye, hand and tongue, correct in himself and all that pertains to him, one who must be sought even by Royalty, it seems who might have married among the fairest and lives solitary except for his man John. Sir Jervas Vereker is Sir Jervas." "You seem to know my uncle rather well." "I did for my name besides Anthony is Vere-Manville!"
Vere-Manville showed me a haunted house called, I think, Raydon Manor, do you know anything of it?" Now at this innocent question, to my surprise George's good humour vanished, his comely features were suddenly overcast, and he exchanged meaning glances with his wife.
"How should I ever forget?" said Barbara. "Indeed, Mr. Vereker, we have talked of you often though always as 'Peregrine' " "Mrs. Vere-Manville," I began. "It was Barbara at the 'Jolly Waggoner'!" she reminded me, smiling and nestling closer into her husband's encircling arm.
Vere-Manville, I will take a little stroll and waste no more of your time;" and smiling down his protestations to the contrary, I sauntered off through the golden afternoon. To-morrow the term of my patient waiting was to be accomplished; Diana was coming back to me!
"Pray assure madam that in spite of my looks she has nothing to fear!" and with one of his grand obeisances he turned to go, but in that moment I had him by the sleeve. "Madam," said I, bowing to her as she stood viewing us with startled eyes, "I have the honour to present your deliverer and my friend, Mr. Anthony Vere-Manville!" And now I saw that her eyes indeed were very beautiful.
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