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"No, I'm not happy," sighed Barnabas, "for oh! John Peterby, what shall it profit a man though he gain the whole world, and lose his soul!" "Ah, sir you mean ?" "I mean the Lady Cleone, John. Losing her, I lose all, and success is worse than failure." "But, sir, must you lose her?" "I fear so. Who am I that she should stoop to me among so many? Who am I to expect so great happiness?"
"That, sir," quoth Peterby, smiling his rare smile, "that is the best news I've heard this three weeks and more, and your chicken broth is ready " "Chicken broth!" exclaimed Barnabas, "for shame, John. Bring me a steak, do you hear?" "But, sir," Peterby remonstrated, shaking his head, yet with his face ever brightening, "indeed I " "Or a chop, John, or ham and eggs I'm hungry; I tell you."
"But," says Barnabas, setting his head aslant, and rubbing his chin with the argumentative air that was so very like his father, "I have ordered supper here, Peterby." "Which under the circumstances I have ventured to countermand, sir." "Oh?" said Barnabas, "pray, what circumstances?" "Sir, as I told you, the mail " "John Peterby, speak out what is troubling you?"
Barry, the tailor, reproachfully, and shaking his gentleman-like head, "impossible, sir, with such a leg inside 'em." "Tight, sir?" exclaimed Peterby, from where he knelt upon the floor, having just finished looping and buttoning the garments in question, "indeed, sir, since you mention it, I almost fear they are a trifle too roomy. Can you raise your bent knee, sir?" "Only with an effort, John."
"John Peterby, what do you mean?" "Sir," said Peterby, setting down the teapot, "as I came along this evening, I met Mr. Shrig; he recognized me in spite of my disguise and he told me to warn you " "Well, John?" "That you may be arrested " "Yes, John?" "For the murder of Jasper Gaunt. Oh, sir, why have you aroused suspicion against yourself by disappearing at such a time?"
"Or an accessory after the fact!" "Hum!" said Barnabas thoughtfully, "I never thought of that." "And, sir," continued Peterby anxiously, "there are two Bow Street Runners lounging outside in the court " "But they're not after me yet. So cheer up, John!" Yet in that moment, Peterby sprang to his feet with fists clenched, for some one was knocking softly at the door.
And perhaps we'd better offer him another ten shillings a week considering he will have so many more responsibilities on the farm." So saying, Barnabas waved his hand, wheeled his horse, and rode off down the drive; but, glancing back, when he had gone a little way, he saw that Peterby and the old groom yet stood looking after him, and in the face of each was a brightness that was not of the sun.
Now presently, as Barnabas stood thus lost in contemplation of this shoe, he was aware of Peterby entering behind him, and instinctively made as if to hide the shoe in his bosom, but he checked the impulse, turned, and glancing at Peterby, saw that his usually grave lips were quivering oddly at the corners, and that he kept his gaze fixed pertinaciously upon the coffee-pot; whereat the pale cheek of Barnabas grew suffused again, and stepping forward, he laid the little shoe upon the table.
"He will be a strong man who stays me tonight, John. Give me your cap." So Peterby brought the fur cap and, putting it on, Barnabas pulled it low down over his brows and turned to the door. But there Peterby stayed him. "Sir," he pleaded, "let me go for you." "No," said Barnabas, shaking his head. "Then let me go with you," "Impossible, John." "Why?"
Then Peterby Paul gave them careful directions as to the situation of Abby Drake's house, at which it seemed the lost woman must belong. "Abby always has her house full of city folks in the summer," the woodsman said. "She is pretty near a Whosis herself, Abby Drake is." With which rather unfavorable intimation regarding the despised "city folks," Mr.
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