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This was pretty sly, and done, I suppose, to remove all idea of concert between the fair assailants; whereas it was a secret signal for the concert to come into operation, it being Fanny's part to play upon Severne, and Zoe's to watch, from her corner, every lineament of his face under fire. "By-the-way, Mr.
Dear friend and fellow-lunatic, for my sake and yours, leave Frankfort with me to-morrow." Severne hung his head, and thought hard. Here was a new and wonderful turn. He felt all manner of strange things a pang of jealousy, for one. He felt that, on every account, it would be wise to go, and, indeed, dangerous to stay. But a mania is a mania, and so he could not.
But his judgment was undimmed by passion, and he gave her the benefit. "Take my advice," said he, "and work it this way. Come in a close carriage to the side street that is nearest the Russie. I'll go in to the hotel and ask for him by his name what is his name?" "Mr. Edward Severne."
And if Vizard has turned woman-hater, as he pretends, how comes he to be at the head of a female party who are not all of them " he hesitated. "Go on, Mr. Severne; not all of them what?" said Zoe, prepared to stand up for her sex. "Not perfect?" "That is a very cautious statement, and there you are as slippery as an eel; there is no getting hold of you.
People are narrow-minded. They shall never cast your brother's crime in your teeth, nor your own losses I esteem you for oh, so much more than ever! I wonder you could tell me." "You would not wonder if you knew how superior you are to all the world: how noble, how generous, and how I " "Oh, Mr. Severne, it is going to rain! We must get home as fast as ever we can."
Zoe showed her by opening them wide. "What do you mean?" "What do I mean? No matter. Mr. Severne is not in this building, and you know it." "How can I know? All is so mysterious," faltered Zoe. "How do you know?" "Because there least said is soonest mended." "Fanny, you are older than me, and ever so much cleverer. Tell me, or you are not my friend." "Wait till you get home, then. Here he is."
Zoe was in heaven, and Severne in a fool's paradise, enjoying everything, hoping everything, forgetting everything, and fearing nothing. He had come to this, with all his cunning; he was intoxicated and blinded with passion. Now it was that the idea of marrying Zoe first entered his head. But he was not mad enough for that. He repelled it with terror, rage, and despair.
Of the two marriages she had consented to, merely as preliminaries to a real marriage, Zoe despised this the most; for the Scotch marriage was, at all events, ancient, and respectable lovers had been driven to it again and again. She was behind her time, and Severne thought her courage had failed her, after all. But no: at half-past twelve she came out, and walked briskly toward Bagley.
What is a fib?" and she turned up her little nose very contemptuously at all such trivial souls as minded a little mendacity. Indeed, she disclaimed the importance of veracity so imperiously that Severne was betrayed into saying, "Well, not much, between you and me; and I'll be bound I can explain it." "Explain it to me, then." "Well, but I don't know " "Which of your fibs it was."
On reaching the hotel, the ladies took their bed-candles; but Uxmoor found time to propose an excursion next day, Sunday, to a lovely little lake open carriage, four horses. The young ladies accepted, but Mr. Severne declined; he thanked Lord Uxmoor politely, but he had arrears of correspondence.
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