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Abel Newt had now had two distinct warnings of something which nobody knew must happen so well as he. He dined sumptuously that very day, and dressed very carefully that evening, and at eight o'clock was sitting alone with Grace Plumer. The superb ruby was on her finger. But on the third finger of her left hand he saw a large glowing opal. His eyes fastened upon it with a more brilliant glitter.
There was a burst of huzzas from the crowd the drums rolled the boys shrieked and snarled in the tone of various animals the torches waved one excited man cried, "One more!" there was another stentorian yell, and roll, and wave after which the band played a short air. But the windows did not open. "Newt! Newt! Newt!" shouted the crowd.
I wonder if he never thinks, as he looks in the glass, that that fat nose of his is made to lead him by." For the sagacious and fat-nosed General had omitted to look at the little paper Newt handed to him, thinking it would be hardly polite to do so under the circumstances.
Mrs. Bennet looked alarmed. "No, no; there is no reason," said her sister, observing it. "The man came. I could not resist him. There was a form of marriage. I believed that it was I who had conquered. He left me; my child was born. I appealed to Lawrence Newt, our old friend and playmate. He promised me faithful secrecy, and through him the child was sent where Gabriel was at school.
That was the chance, but Mr. Newt was skeptical. He had an instinctive suspicion that no rich young man, however much a booby, would have married Fanny clandestinely. Men are forced to know something of their reputations, and Boniface Newt was perfectly aware that it was generally understood he had no aversion to money.
So the hero of the day conducted Miss May Newt to the banquet. The hero of the day was so engaged in conversation with Miss May Newt that he said very little to his neighbor upon the other side, who was no other than Hope Wayne. She had been watching very curiously a young man with black curls and eyes, who seemed to have words only for his neighbor, Miss Ellen Bennet.
"That you will discover for yourself," replied Lawrence, smiling. "He makes me feel mine." Aunt Martha, whose ecstasy had passed, seated herself, and said she would go, as Mr. Newt requested, on the condition that neither he nor Amy, if they were there, would betray that they knew her. This was readily promised, and Amy and Lawrence Newt left the room together.
"Perhaps not; but I never saw her father." As Lawrence Newt said this, Mrs. Simcoe raised her hand, opened it, and held the miniature before his eyes. He took it and gazed closely at it. "And this is Colonel Wayne," said he, slowly. "This is the man who broke another man's heart and murdered a woman."
"Ah! then you have never seen Lord Tattersalls. He is a very superior young man. We were very intimate with him indeed. Dolly, dear!" "Yes, ma." "You remember our particular friend Lord Viscount Tattersalls?" "Was he a bishop?" asked Miss Fanny Newt. "Law! no, my dear. He was a he was a why, he was a Viscount, you know a Viscount." "Oh! a Viscount?" "Yes, a Viscount." "Ah! a Viscount."
When Mr. Van Boozenberg went home to dinner, he said: "Ma, you'd better improve this werry pleasant weather and start for Saratogy as soon as you can. Mr. Boniface Newt tells me his wife and family is there, and you'll find them werry pleasant folks. I jes' want you to write me all about 'em.
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