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"Good!" nodded Barnabas with a sigh of relief. "But they left word they would call to-morrow morning, early; indeed they seemed most anxious to see you, sir." "Ha!" said Barnabas, and, frowning still, went on up the stair. "Sir," said Peterby, lighting the way into the dressing-room, "you received the the letter safely?"
"Thank you, Peterby," said Barnabas, and, bowing to the Viscount, followed him from the room and downstairs, out into the dewy freshness of the morning. To avoid the crowded street they went by a field-path behind the inn, a path which to-day was beset by, and wound between, booths and stalls and carts of all sorts.
But all at once he checked his sighs to stare in amazement, for there, demurely seated beneath the finger-post, and completely engrossed in her needlework, was a small, lonely figure, at sight of which Barnabas pulled up the bays in mid-career. "Why Duchess!" he exclaimed, and, giving Peterby the reins, stepped out of the phaeton. "Ah! is that you, Mr.
And, John, take a coach and bring him back with you." So Peterby the silent thrust the note into his bosom, took his fur cap, and sighing, went from the room; and a moment later, glancing cautiously through the window, Barnabas saw him hurry through the court and vanish round the corner. Then Barnabas turned back to the table, and seeing how wistfully Mr.
Then, the Bo'sun having duly ensconced himself, with Peterby in the rumble as calm and expressionless as the three leather valises under the seat, Barnabas sprang in, caught up the reins, nodded to Martin the gray-haired head groom, and giving the bays their heads, they were off and away for Hawkhurst and the Lady Cleone Meredith, whirling round corners and threading their way through traffic at a speed that caused the Bo'sun to clutch the seat with one hand, and the glazed hat with the other, and to remark in his diffident way that: "These here wheeled craft might suit some, but for comfort and safety give me an eight-oared galley!"
And there y'are, Mr. Beverley, sir!" "Do you mean," inquired Barnabas, puzzled of look, "that she is to be depended on in an emergency?" "Ay, sir that she is!" "Ah!" said Barnabas, nodding, "I'm glad to know that, Bo'sun, very glad." And here he became thoughtful all at once. Yet after a while he spoke again, this time to Peterby. "You are very silent, John." "I am your valet, sir!"
Then, as one in a dream, Peterby took up the money, counted it, buttoned it into his pocket, and crossed to the door; but there he paused and turned. "Sir," said he slowly, "I'll bring you a man who, though he is little known as yet, will be famous some day, for he is what I may term an artist in cloth.
Peterby put down the bundle and, crossing to the hearth, took the kettle, which was boiling furiously, and set it upon the hob, then laying aside the fur cap spoke: "A gentleman, sir?" "A neighbor, John." "Sir," said he, as he began to prepare the tea in that swift, silent manner peculiar to him in all things, "when do you propose we shall leave this place?"
You say he snaps at any one except you and your maid, and you snatched him away from old Lady Peterby the other day, when she wanted to pet him, for fear he would bury his teeth in her.
Now, late though the hour, Peterby was up, and met him in the hall. "Sir," said he, anxious of eye as he beheld his young master's disordered dress and the grim pallor of his face, "the Marquis of Jerningham and Viscount Devenham called. They waited for you, they waited over an hour." "But they are gone now, of course?" inquired Barnabas, pausing, with his foot on the stair. "Yes, sir "
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