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A double staircase, about ten feet broad, rose out of the hall, and up this Mr. Harris conducted Severne, the only stranger, into a bedroom with a great oriel window looking west. "This is your room, sir," said he. "Shall I unpack your things when they come?"
"But you are quite safe from her for one day," continued Severne, "so you must be reasonable. I will go with you, Tuesday, as early as you like; but do be a good fellow, and let me have the five hundred, to try my system with to-morrow." Vizard looked sad, and made no reply. Severne got impatient. "Why, what is it to a rich fellow like you?
If I had twelve thousand acres in a ring fence, no friend would ask me twice for such a trifling sum." Vizard, for the first time, wore a supercilious smile at being so misunderstood, and did not deign a reply. Severne went on mistaking his man: "I can give you bills for the money, and for the three hundred you did lend me." Vizard did not receive this as expected. "Bills?" said he, gravely.
Edward Severne had this advantage over most impostors, that he was masculine or feminine as occasion required. For instance, he could be hysterical or bold to serve the turn. Another example he watched faces like a woman, and yet he could look you in the face like a man, especially when he was lying.
I should be glad to see something else of yours but that, no!" Somewhat damped, Severne took his manuscript home with him. There he re-read it. All his old enthusiasm returned. It was exactly true. Realism could have had no more accurate exposition of its principles. He cursed Brown, and inclosed stamps to the Decade. After a time he received a check and a flattering letter.
Zoe's wounded pride had been rising higher and higher all the night, and she came down rather pale, from broken rest, and sternly resolved. She had a few serious words with Fanny, and sketched her out a little map of conduct, which showed that she had thought the matter well over. But her plan bid fair to be deranged: Severne was not at the station: then came a change.
But I ascribe this to her not wearing high heels ever since Fanny told her she was just a little too tall, and she was novice enough to believe her. She would not stop for the drizzle; but at last it came down with such a vengeance that she was persuaded to leave the path and run for a cattle-shed at some distance. Here she and Severne were imprisoned.
At night, Severne on the wet grass, and Zoe remonstrating severely, but not sincerely, and closing the window peremptorily she would have liked to keep open half the night. It has often been remarked that great things arise out of small things, and sometimes, when in full motion, depend on small things. History offers brilliant examples upon its large stage.
Ashmead went for the physician. But almost at the door he met Miss Gale and Mr. Vizard. "Miss," said he, "you are wanted. There has been an accident. Mr. Severne has fallen through a trap, and into the cellar." "No bones broken?" "Not he: he has only broken his head; and that will cost her a broken heart." "Where is he?" "Where I hoped never to see him again.
But for you, I should be dead, or mad. You have pulled me through." "Through the window I did. Lord, forgive me for it," said Joseph. "Well, I'll go up to town with you; but I can't be always tied to your tail. I haven't got twenty pounds a week. To be sure," he added, dryly, "I haven't earned it. That is one comfort." He telegraphed Hillstoke, and took Severne up to London.
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