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On leaving the banqueting-room, Ferrari had taken a carriage and driven straight to the Villa Romani Vincenzo, unperceived, had swung himself on to the back of the vehicle and had gone also. "Arriving there," continued my valet, "he dismissed the fiacre and rang the gate-bell furiously six or seven times. No one answered. I hid myself among the trees and watched.
I was going to ask the skipper about it, as 'e seemed to know more about dogs than I did, but when I got to the wharf the barge had sailed. It was just getting dark when there came a ring at the gate-bell, and afore I could answer it arf-a-dozen more, as fast as the bell could go. And when I opened the wicket Sam Small and Ginger and Peter Russet all tried to get in at once.
The gate-bell was rung almost immediately afterwards, and but a brief interval passed before 'Mr Danby' was announced to be in waiting. The servant had hardly gained the passage with leave to shew him in, when the impatient visitor rushed rudely into the room in a state of great, and it seemed angry excitement.
I don't understand it. I'm beginning to suspect the servants." The nurse smiled contemptuously. "Whom will you suspect next?" she asked. "There! don't put yourself out. I'll answer the gate-bell this morning; and we'll see if I can't bring you a letter when the postman comes."
"Supposing the gate-bell should ring, and Mademoiselle should go, yet it should not be the Monsieur she expects, but another person whom she would not care to admit?" I knew of what she was thinking, and of whom. "There's no fear of that. No fear of any kind," I answered. She took off my cloak, and went upstairs reluctantly, carrying my jewel box.
Sclater had called upon them the moment they were settled in the cottage; but Mr. Galbraith would see nobody. When the gate-bell rang, he always looked out, and if a visitor appeared, withdrew to his bedroom.
I led her back to the house-gate; and then, feeling that I could not go in to lunch as usual, after what had happened, said I would return to the fishing-place. "Shall I come to dinner this evening?" I asked, as I rang the gate-bell for her. "Oh, yes yes! do come, or he " The mysterious man-servant opened the door, and we parted before she could say the next words.
He seized the gate-bell and rang a peal that seemed to tinkle half a mile away. While he waited, holding an umbrella over his aunt, he surveyed the premises. It was a greusome, prison-like place enough at this forlorn hour. The stone walls were as high as his head, the view between the lofty iron gates was completely obstructed by trees.
All I could do I done, and 'e was ringing the gate-bell that night from five minutes to twelve till ha'-past afore I heard it. Many a night-watchman gets a name for going to sleep when 'e's only getting a bit of 'is own back. "We stood there talking for over 'arf-an-hour arter I 'ad let'im in. Leastways, he did.
It was safe from combustion. Finally, she replaced the cinders and set on top some burning twigs and a small log or two. The fire was soon burning brightly. For a few minutes she sat thinking that she must burn the envelops. It was now late. The gate-bell rang. Three hours had gone by since she left the count.
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