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This munificent offer surprised and delighted Severne, and, indeed, no other man but Cousin George, who had a heart of gold, and was grateful to Ned's father, and also loved the scamp himself, as everybody did, would have made such an offer. Our adventurer wrote, and closed with it, and gushed gratitude. Then he asked himself how to get the money.
Set her on to poor Severne; he is a ladies' man, and 'the more the merrier' is his creed." "Such a girl as Fanny is not to be diverted from a purpose of that sort. Besides, she has too much sense to plunge into the Severne and pauperism! She is bent on a rich husband, not a needy adventurer." "Madam, in my friend's name, I thank you." "You are very welcome, sir it is only the truth."
She took it; but hung back a moment on his very arm, to tell Harrington Mr. Severne had been taken ill. At the railway station the truant emerged suddenly, just as the train was leaving; but Lord Uxmoor had secured three seats, and the defaulter had to go with Harrington.
"You are not very sharp, then, for a detective," said Ashmead. "Well, shut your mouth and open your eyes. Your Mr. Severne was the lady's lover, and preyed upon her. He left her; she was fool enough to love him still, and pined for him.
Severne fixed his eyes on his friend with a strange expression of confusion and curiosity, as if he could not take it all in. But he said nothing, only looked very hard all the time.
"I only think so, somehow." "Well, but you must have a reason. May I respectfully inquire whether more men have jilted you than you have jilted?" 'You may inquire as respectfully as you like; but I shan't tell you." "That is right, Miss Dover," said Severne; "don't you put up with his nonsense. He knows nothing about it: women are angels, compared with men.
"So it was." "This won't do. You mustn't fib to me! It was Poikilus, a Secret Inquiry; and they all know it; now tell me, without a fib if you can what ever did you want with Poikilus?" Severne looked aghast. He faltered out, "Why, how could they know?" "Why, he advertises, stupid! and Lord Uxmoor and Harrington had seen it. Gentlemen read advertisements. That is one of their peculiarities."
At first, when she used to think that Severne never came near her, and Uxmoor was so constant, she almost hated Uxmoor so little does the wrong man profit by doing the right thing for a woman. I admit that, though not a deadly woman-hater myself. But by-and-by she was impartially bitter against them both; the wrong man for doing the right thing, and the right man for not doing it.
Severne left the mutual friend; Mademoiselle Klosking joined the mutual friend; and there she sat, where Severne had sat a moment ago, by the side of their mutual friend. All manner of thoughts and surmises thronged upon Zoe Vizard; but each way of accounting for the mystery contradicted some plain fact or other; so she was driven at last to a woman's remedy. She would wait, and watch.
As the days rolled by, and Severne did not appear, her indignation and wounded pride began to mount above her love. A beautiful woman counts upon pursuit, and thinks a man less than man if he does not love her well enough to find her, though hid in the caves of ocean or the labyrinths of Bermondsey. She said to herself, "Then he has no explanation to offer.
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