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"Then what have you to fear from your husband?" she said abruptly. "You don't understand. He didn't know I was here. He thought me in San Francisco." "Does he know it now?" "Yes. I heard the stableman tell him. Couldn't you say I came here with you; that we were here together; that it was just a little freak of ours? Oh, do!" Mrs. Horncastle thought a moment.
Seven years have only made old Horncastle blow his horn to the same note, only more drearily."
Horncastle was amazed and discomfited, although she saw, with the inscrutable instinct of her sex, no inconsistency between the Kitty of those days and the Kitty now shamefully hiding from her husband in the same hotel. No doubt Kitty had some good reason for her chivalrous act.
Departure from Horncastle Recruiting Sergeant Kauloes and Lolloes. Leaving Horncastle I bent my steps in the direction of the east. I walked at a brisk rate, and late in the evening reached a large town, situate at the entrance of an extensive firth, or arm of the sea, which prevented my farther progress eastward.
Recovering myself a little, I stated that the notes in question were two of three notes which I had received at Horncastle, for a pair of horses, which it was well known I had carried thither. "Thereupon, I produced from my pocket-book the third note, which was forthwith pronounced a forgery.
As for myself, I am very much obliged to the young man of Horncastle for his interruption, though he has told me that one of his dirty townsmen called me 'Long-stocking. By Isten! there is more learning in what he has just said than in all the verdammt English histories of Thor and Tzernebock I ever read." "I care nothing for his learning," said the jockey.
We came to this very place of Horncastle, where my father purchased two horses of a young man, paying for them with three forged notes, purporting to be Bank of Englanders of fifty pounds each, and got the young man to change another of the like amount; he at that time appeared as a respectable dealer, and I as his son, as I really was.
The voice was George Barker's, her husband! "Very well," he continued. "You needn't put up my horse for the night. I may take her back a little later in the buggy." In another moment she had swept down the passage, and burst into the other room. Mrs. Horncastle was sitting by the table with a book in her hand.
The Romany Rye at Horncastle, what an idea!" "And what will the master of the house say to all this damage which you have caused him!" "What will your master say, William?" said the jockey to the waiter, who had witnessed the singular scene just described without exhibiting the slightest mark of surprise.
But he was not greatly afflicted by the incident, and made no attempt to assert his rights further. And after all we got on very well and had a very jolly evening without the help of Mr Horncastle and his friends, and slept quite as soundly after our day's excitement as if we had been in the wholesale line all our lives. The novelty of our life in London soon began to wear off.
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