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It was completely new to him. He wondered particularly to find another man who had saved the life of this quiet, timid little girl. The Baron asked his advice, but Hawbury declined giving any. He said he couldn't advise any man in a love-affair. Every man must trust to himself. No one's advice could be of any avail. Hawbury, in fact, was puzzled, but he said the best he could.
No doubt, too, she has lots of admirers. They aspire to her hand. They write poetry to her. They make love to her. Confound her!" Dacres's voice grew more and more agitated and excited as he spoke, and at length his tirade against his wife ended in something that was almost a roar. Hawbury said nothing, but listened, with his face full of sympathy.
For some time there was silence, and Hawbury said nothing, but waited for his friend to speak. At last a voice was heard deep, solemn, awful, portentous, ominous, sorrow-laden, weird, mysterious, prophetic, obscure, gloomy, doleful, dismal, and apocalyptic. "Hawbury!" "Well, old man?" "All right." "Are you listening?" "Certainly." "Well I'm married!"
"Hallo, old man, what's up now? How goes the war?" said Hawbury. "But what the mischief's the matter? You look cut up. Your brow is sad; your eyes beneath flash like a falchion from its sheath. What's happened? You look half snubbed, and half desperate." Dacres said not a word, but flung himself into a chair with a look that suited Hawbury's description of him quite accurately.
And still the time passed, and the precious moments, laden with the fate not only of Hawbury, but of all the others the moments of the night during which alone any escape was to be thought of moved all too swiftly away.
Willoughby, after an eloquent and pathetic appeal "think how the poor child will be talked about!" "Well, really ah 'pon my life," said Hawbury, with his eyes still wandering over toward Ethel, "I'm sure I don't ah share your views altogether, Mrs. Willoughby; for ah there are times, you know, when a fellow finds it very uncommonly desirable runaway matches, you know, and all that sort of thing.
Half a dozen shadowy forms surrounded him. He had been seen. He had been trapped. He dropped down and, seizing his knife, struck right and left. In vain. He was hurled to the ground and bound tight. Hawbury, on his capture, had been at once taken into the woods, and led and pushed on by no gentle hands.
"Figurative!" "Yes; it was a a girl." "By Jove!" cried Hawbury, starting up from an easy posture which he had secured for himself after fifteen minutes shifting and changing. "A girl! You, Dacres, spooney! A fellow like you, and a girl! By Jove!" Hawbury fell back again, and appeared to be vainly trying to grapple with the thought.
What do you mean?" "By your mother." "My mother?" "Yes." "She said one of Biggs's nieces." "Ethel is that niece." "The devil!" cried Hawbury. "I beg pardon. By Jove!" Hawbury, overwhelmed by this, went back to Ethel, and they wandered off once more. The Baron had already wandered off with Minnie in another direction. Tozer and the priest had gone to survey the house. Seeing Mrs.
"Blow and be hanged, then!" said Hawbury. And with these words he fell back on his straw, and took no further notice of the Italian. When Dacres made his attempt upon the house he was not so unobserved as he supposed himself to be. Minnie and Mrs. Willoughby happened at that time to be sitting on the floor by the window, one on each side, and they were looking out.
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