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"Hark you, Michael Lambourne," said Foster; "you are a gambler now, and live by the counting of chances compute me the odds that I do not, on this instant, throw you out of that window into the ditch there." "Twenty to one that you do not," answered the sturdy visitor.
Lawrence raised the arm of Michael, and prevented him from drawing his dagger; and as Lambourne struggled and strove to shake him off; the Countess made a sudden exertion on her side, and slipping her hand out of the glove on which the ruffian still kept hold, she gained her liberty, and escaping from the apartment, ran downstairs; while at the same moment she heard the two combatants fall on the floor with a noise which increased her terror.
"Equerry to your lordship's master of the horse," answered Lambourne, with his customary assurance. "Tie up thy saucy tongue, sir," said Leicester; "the jests that may suit Sir Richard Varney's presence suit not mine. How soon wilt thou overtake thy master?"
Lambourne knocked roundly and boldly at the huge door of the mansion, observing, at the same time, he had seen a less strong one upon a county jail. It was not until they had knocked more than once that an aged, sour-visaged domestic reconnoitred them through a small square hole in the door, well secured with bars of iron, and demanded what they wanted.
"Thou art an ass, uncle, for as old as thou art. Pull me not by the skirts, doctor, thou art an ass thyself to boot so, being both asses, I tell ye I spoke but metaphorically." "Are you mad?" said the old man; "is the devil in you? Can you not let us begone without drawing all men's eyes on us?" "Sayest thou?" said Lambourne. "Thou art deceived now no man shall see you, an I give the word.
Now you remain on at home until you are found out, and then the husband takes a gratuity and the matter is hushed up, and probably the lover passes on to your best friend, an added feather in his cap." "Dear Lady Lambourne, how severe you are!" chirped Babykins.
Tressilian did so, and after some inarticulate murmurs, in which the names of Varney and Lady Leicester were alone distinguishable, Lambourne bade him "make haste, or he would come too late."
"VOTO!" said Lambourne, twirling his whiskers with one hand, and grasping the hilt of his weapon with the other; "if I thought that this usage was meant to insult me " "You would bear it with discretion, doubtless," interrupted Tressilian, "as you must do at any rate. You know too well the distance that is betwixt us, to require me to explain myself further. Good evening."
"I vow, ma'am, a man hath twice the modesty of a maid." "You are a bad fellow," said Lady Waverton, very well pleased. "You go too fast, sir;" with so much mirth about him Geoffrey feared for his dignity. "There is nothing between me and Miss Lambourne." The Colonel shook his head. "I confess I thought better of you, sir. What, is miss her own mistress?"
That its hero should want to keep such a gallant affair secret proved him of amazing modesty or amazing pride perhaps both a titillating combination. It surprised her more that he should dare rebuff the advances of Miss Lambourne. Madame knew very well the power of her beauty over men. If she gave one half an inch she expected that he should be instantly mad to get an ell of her. But here was Mr.
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