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Flick's most discreet style, that as Sir William Patterson was anxious to discuss a matter concerning Lord Lovel's case in which a woman's voice would probably be of more service than that of a man, perhaps Miss Lovel would not object to the trouble of a journey to London. Miss Lovel did come up, and her brother came with her.
It may have been compunction, but more likely it was fear. It was also curiosity, for the magistrate's face, as he passed Lovel's hiding-place, was distraught and melancholy. Here was another man with bitter thoughts perhaps with a deadly secret. For a moment the spy felt a certain kinship. Whatever the reason he let the morning go by.
There were faint glimpses of russet here and there among the woods around Arden Court, but it still seemed summer time. The late roses were in full bloom in Mr. Lovel's fertile garden, the rosy apples were brightening in the orchard, the plums purpling on a crumbling old red-brick wall that bounded the narrow patch of kitchen-garden.
The window of a turret, which projected at an angle with the wall, and thus came to be very near Lovel's apartment, was half-open, and from that quarter he heard again the same music which had probably broken short his dream.
But by slow degrees it dawned upon him that this was Austin Lovel's painting-room. "Where the devil are you, Austin?" he asked impatiently. "Can't you pick a fellow up?" A grasp stronger than ever Austin Lovel's had been, dragged him to his feet, and half led, half pushed him into the nearest chair. He sat there, staring blankly before him.
Lovel's observant eyes soon perceived that there was something amiss; and one evening, when he and Mr. Granger were strolling on the sands between Ventnor and Shanklin, he plainly taxed his son-in-law with the fact. "There is some quarrel between Clary and you," he said; "I can see that at a glance.
Dan's chamber faced west, and Tom's bed was so placed that he could look out, without raising his head from the pillow, over the court in the rear of the Inn and into the misty depths of Lovel's Woods beyond the offices and stables. As he lay half-consciously musing it must have been near midnight his attention was suddenly riveted upon the court below. It seemed to him that he heard footsteps.
Here Miss Oldbuck re-entered, with a singularly sage expression of countenance. "Mr. Lovel's bed's ready, brother clean sheets weel aired a spunk of fire in the chimney I am sure, Mr. "You are resolved," said the Antiquary, "to do what you can to prevent it." "Me? I am sure I have said naething, Monkbarns."
It is seldom that sleep, after such violent agitation, is either sound or refreshing. Lovel's was disturbed by a thousand baseless and confused visions. He was a bird he was a fish or he flew like the one, and swam like the other, qualities which would have been very essential to his safety a few hours before.
Here Miss Oldbuck re-entered, with a singularly sage expression of countenance. "Mr. Lovel's bed's ready, brother clean sheets weel aired a spunk of fire in the chimney I am sure, Mr. "You are resolved," said the Antiquary, "to do what you can to prevent it." "Me? I am sure I have said naething, Monkbarns."
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