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I hope I may be struck dead for a liar if ever I set my eyes on him in my life before." Lydia looked at him as a martyr might look at a wretch to whom she was to be chained. He was doing as she had done lying. Then Bashville, having passed through the other rooms, came into the library by the inner door, with an old livery cloak on his arm.
On this theme her imagination carried her so far from all reasonable probability, that she was shaking her head at her own folly when Bashville appeared and announced Lord Worthington, who came into the room with Alice. Lydia had not seen him since her discovery of the true position of the tenant he had introduced to her, and he was consequently a little afraid to meet her.
It was Bashville who now entered the library with a salver, which he proffered to Alice, saying, "The gentleman is waiting in the round drawing-room, miss." Alice took the gentleman's card, and read, "Mr. Wallace Parker." "Oh!" she said, with vexation, glancing at Bashville as if to divine his impression of the visitor. "My cousin the one we were speaking of just now has come to see me."
Her first impulse was to treat this outburst as rebellion against her authority, and crush it. But her sense of justice withheld her. "Would you have had me betray a fugitive who took refuge in my house, Bashville? YOU did not betray him." "No," said Bashville, his expression subdued to one of rueful pride.
No," he added, turning from her proffered hand; "I daren't touch it; I should eat you afterwards." And he ran out of the room. In the hall was Bashville, pale and determined, waiting there to rush to the assistance of his mistress at her first summons. He had a poker concealed at hand.
I shall get into trouble on account of the noise." "You can come down to me whenever you have an evening out," said Cashel, handing him a card, "to that address, and show me what you know, and I'll see what I can do with you. There's the making of a man in you." "You're very kind," said Bashville, pocketing the card with a grin.
On this occasion he came to beg leave to absent himself during the afternoon. He seldom asked favors of this kind, and was of course never refused. "The road is quite thronged to-day," she observed, as he thanked her. "Do you know why?" "No, madam," said Bashville, and blushed. "People begin to shoot on the twelfth," she said; "but I suppose it cannot have anything to do with that.
Next day Cashel rose early, went for a walk, paid extra attention to his diet, took some exercise with the gloves, had a bath and a rub down, and presented himself at Regent's Park at three o'clock in excellent condition. Expecting to see Bashville, he was surprised when the door was opened by a female servant. "Miss Carew at home?"
"Keep close together, men," he shouted, as the crowd moved off with Bashville. "Ah," sneered Mellish, "keep close together like the geese do. Things has come to a pretty pass when an Englishman is run in for stopping when he sees a crowd." "All right," said the sergeant. "I have got that bundle of colored handkerchiefs you were selling; and I'll find the other man before you're a day older.
He had never said anything to that effect, and no one dared allude to it in his presence, much less rally him on his weakness; but his passion was well known for all that, and it seemed by no means so hopeless to the younger members of the domestic staff as it did to the cook, the butler, and Bashville himself.
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