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I hear that that book about an immoral violet, by that new young man Rondel, isn't it? is still having a most enormous success I know that Barratt's got in a whole batch of new copies last night I hear...." Mrs. Launce was disappointed Peter could tell well enough. He received some laudatory reviews, some letters from strangers, some adulation from people who knew nothing whatever.
He quitted the house and forgot to wish Natalie goodnight. Meanwhile, Launce had left the evening party before him and Launce also found matter for serious reflection presented to his mind before he slept that night. In other words, he found, on reaching his lodgings, a letter from his brother marked "private."
Mahogany Dobbs and I happened to be below in the cabin, occupied " At the same moment Natalie laid down her knife and softly touched Launce under the table. When she thus claimed his attention the six pieces of ham were arranged as follows in her plate: Two pieces were placed opposite each other, and four pieces were ranged perpendicularly under them.
Launce was perhaps the soundest that it was possible to have because that good lady, in spite of her affection for Peter, had a critical judgment that was partly literary, partly commercial, and partly human. She always judged a book first with her brain, then with her heart and lastly with her knowledge of her fellow creatures.
Sir Joseph once more attempted to make himself heard. Wearied by Turlington's perpetual complaints of his daughter and his nephew, he was sufficiently irritated by this time to have reported what Launce had actually said to him if he had been allowed the chance. But Turlington persisted in going on.
The clock in the hall had struck ten or eleven, they were not sure which when they heard the signal which warned them of the servant's return from the village. He brought news, and more than news; he brought a letter from Launce. Natalie read these lines: "I shall be with you, dearest, almost as soon as you receive this.
Miss Lavinia took the telegram from the floor, and read these lines: "Lady Winwood, Hertford Street, London. To Natalie Graybrooke, Church Meadows, Baxdale, Somersetshire. Dreadful news. R. T. has discovered your marriage to Launce. Instant flight with your husband is your only chance. I would have communicated with Launce, but I do not know his address.
Natalie dropped her needle and thread, and hid her face in her hands. "If my poor mother was only alive," she said; "if I only had an elder sister to advise me, and to take my part." She was evidently hesitating. Launce took a man's advantage of her indecision. He pressed her without mercy. "Do you love me?" he whispered, with his lips close to her ear. "You know I do, dearly."
"We'll talk about it to-morrow," he said, and composed himself to rest again. Natalie made a second attempt to persuade Launce to leave the house. "We don't know what may have happened," she said. "He may have followed you on your way here. He may have purposely let you enter his house. Leave us while you have the chance." Miss Lavinia added her persuasions. They were useless.
And I throw an old shoe after you for luck, and go home again." Launce shook his head ominously. "Natalie must go home again as well as you!" Lady Winwood started. "Is that the condition you mentioned just now?" she asked. "That is the condition. I may marry her without anything serious coming of it.
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