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"Your horses don't frighten," he had said. "No, but I wanted to speak to you, Humphrey," Mrs. Pomfret had replied; "you are becoming so important that nobody ever has a glimpse of you. I wanted to tell you what an interest we take in this splendid thing you are doing." "Well," said Mr. Crewe, "it was a plain duty, and nobody else seemed willing to undertake it." Mrs. Pomfret's eyes had flashed.

Crewe; "I'll try to come tonight, but I may be stopped again. Here's Waters now." The three people in Mrs. Pomfret's victoria were considerably impressed to see the dignified Waters hurrying down the slope from the house towards them. Mr. Crewe continued to tap the trees, but drew a little nearer the carriage. "If you please, sir," said Waters, "there's a telephone call for you from Newcastle.

And now, won't you let me take you for a little run? My clutch is not at all fierce." My companion leaned against Pomfret's hood and laughed. "He's a bit of a nut, isn't he?" said I. "Do you think he's quite safe?" "Rather! Besides, I shall be with you." "That's not saying much." "Thank you. And talking of gurnats " "Where will you take me?" "Whithersoever she listed."

Pomfret's compassion, and she obtained for him permission to stay till the end of the month, to give him yet a chance of redeeming his character. Mrs. Pomfret now seeing how far she had been imposed upon, resolved, for the future, to be more upon her guard with Felix, and felt that she had treated Franklin with great injustice, when she accused him of malpractices about the sirloin of beef.

Pomfret's, the hired men of three of his neighbours, a few modest souls who habitually took off their hats to him, and Mr. Ball, of the village, who sold groceries to Wedderburn and was a general handy man for the summer people. Mr. Ball was an agitator by temperament and a promoter by preference.

Without ringing the bell Victoria slipped into the hall, for the latch was not caught, and her first impulse was to run up the staircase to her room. But she heard Mrs. Pomfret's voice on the landing above and fled, as to a refuge, into the dark drawing-room, where she stood for a moment motionless, listening for the sound of his sleigh-bells as they fainted on the winter's night.

"I suppose one of Earl Pomfret's children had trodden on the tail of the old maid's poodle she lived with him it seems and offended her beyond repair, or something similar had occurred, to make her change her intentions, which were at first all in his favor, and revoke her first bequest." "Mr. Mainwaring does not say so," I remarked, again glancing over his letter.

Pomfret's foot was heard overhead, run to call the sleeping Felix, and helped him constantly through the hurry of getting dressed one instant before the housekeeper came downstairs. All this could not but be present to his memory; but, seeming to reproach him, Franklin wiped away his crocodile tears, and preserved a magnanimous silence.

"You are very good to come with me," he said gravely, when they had reached the road; "perhaps I ought not to have asked you." "Why?" she asked, with one of her direct looks. "It was undoubtedly selfish," he said, and added, more lightly, "I don't wish to put you into Mrs. Pomfret's bad graces." Victoria laughed.

A gentleman who writes under the name of Philalethes, and who was an intimate friend of Pomfret's, has cleared his reputation from the charge of fanaticism, which some of his malicious enemies brought against him.