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Updated: June 4, 2025


When the tea-cups were all collected, and Aunt Sloman held one by the handle daintily over the "boiling flood," "Now," she said with a serene inclination of her head, "if you please." And off I started at a foot-pace through the magazine that had been put into my hands.

I asked with a laugh. "Yes, sir. But it is of no consequence. I thought you had gone, sir." "Time I was, I suppose. Well, Mary, you shall lock me out, and then carry this note to Miss Bessie. It is so late that I will not wait for her. Perhaps she is busy with Mrs. Sloman." Something in Mary's face made me suspect that she knew Mrs.

Sloman too, but no answer. Then I bethought me of Judge Hubbard, but received in reply a note from one of his sons, stating that his father was in Florida that he had communicated with him, but regretted that he was unable to give me Miss Stewart's present address. Why did I not seek Fanny Meyrick? She must have come to London long since, and surely the girls were in correspondence.

"Very sorry not to see you Aunt Sloman especially sorry; but she has set her heart on going to Philadelphia to-night. We shall stay at a private house, a quiet boarding-house; for aunt goes to consult Dr. R there, and wishes to be very retired. I shall not give you our address: as you sail so soon, it would not be worth while to come over. I will write you on the other side.

A brown sun-bonnet, surmounting a tall, gaunt figure, came in sight. "What is it?" asked the owner of the sun-bonnet in a quick, sharp voice that seemed the prelude to "Don't want any." "Where are Mrs. Sloman and Miss Stewart? Are they not in Lenox?" "Miss' Sloman, she's away to Minnarsoter: ben thar' all winter for her health. She don't cal'late to be home afore June."

So, after a hot five minutes, I rushed up to the Westminster. Perhaps they had not gone. Bessie would know there was a mistake, and would wait for me. But they were gone. On the books of the hotel were registered in a clear hand, Bessie's hand, "Mrs. M. Antoinette Sloman and maid; Miss Bessie Stewart."

But this feeling very soon wore off, and he found himself laughing and talking with Giles the stationer, and Burrows the printer, and Sloman the official assignee, as though a bankruptcy were an excellent joke; and as though he, as one of the bankrupts, had by far the best of it.

Sloman, and satisfying my partners, who would expect me to travel fast and work hard in the short time they had allotted for the journey, all came surging and throbbing through my brain, while my first answer was not given in words. When I had persuaded Bessie to look at me and to answer me in turn, I hoped we should be able to talk about it with the calm judgment it needed.

So, after a hot five minutes, I rushed up to the Westminster. Perhaps they had not gone. Bessie would know there was a mistake, and would wait for me. But they were gone. On the books of the hotel were registered in a clear hand, Bessie's hand, "Mrs. M. Antoinette Sloman and maid; Miss Bessie Stewart."

It ran as follows: "WESTMINSTER HOTEL. "Very sorry not to see you Aunt Sloman especially sorry; but she has set her heart on going to Philadelphia to-night. We shall stay at a private house, a quiet boarding-house; for aunt goes to consult Dr. R there, and wishes to be very retired. I shall not give you our address: as you sail so soon, it would not be worth while to come over.

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