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This compendious scheme struck the imagination, but did not satisfy the judgment of the assembly. "Fanny!" said Zoe, reproachfully. "That would be killing two birds with one stone," suggested Uxmoor, satirically. "The tender mercies of the wicked are cruel," explained Vizard, composedly. Zoe reiterated her question, What was to be done? Miss Gale turned to her with a smile.
Severne sat behind them with Fanny, a spectator of his open admiration. He could not defend himself so well as last night, and he felt humiliated by the position. It was renewed day after day. Zoe often cast a glance back, and drew him into the conversation; yet, on the whole, Uxmoor thrust him aside by his advantages and his resolute wooing. The same thing at dinner.
"Anything; everything." "Will you marry me?" "Yes, that I will," said Zoe, almost impetuously; "and then," with a grand look of conscious beauty, "I can make you forgive me." Uxmoor, on this, caught her in his arms, and kissed her with such fire that she uttered a little stifled cry of alarm; but it was soon followed by a sigh of complacency, and she sunk, resistless, on his manly breast.
Yet now that he had appealed to her for a hearing, and Fanny knew he had appealed, she began to falter. Still Fanny was not altogether wrong: the presence of a man incapable of a falsehood, and that man devoted to her, was a little damaging to Severne, though not so much as Miss Artful thought. However, this very afternoon Lord Uxmoor had told her he must leave Vizard Court to-morrow morning.
Severne, to make Zoe talk to Uxmoor, and also make him think that Severne and she were the lovers. Her intentions were to utilize the coming excursion: she would attach herself to Harrington, and so drive Zoe and Uxmoor together; and then Lord Uxmoor, at his present rate of amorous advance, would probably lead Zoe to a detached rock, and make her a serious declaration.
He had telegraphed Lord Uxmoor the night before, and now drove to his place, which was only five miles distant. He found him at home, and soon told him his errand. "Do you remember meeting a young fellow at my house, called Severne?" "I do," said Lord Uxmoor, dryly enough. "Well, he has turned out an impostor." Uxmoor's eye flashed.
"Well, she met with an accident in our hall a serious one; and Harrington took her in, and has placed all his resources his lady physician and all at her service: he is so fond of Music." A certain satirical bitterness peered through these words, but honest Uxmoor did not notice it. He said, "Then I wish you would let me be your doctor for want of a better."
"Well, I don't know," said Harrington, sympathizingly. Mr. Severne remarked, "Such an occurrence puts pleasure out of one's head." This he said, with his eyes on his plate, like one repeating a lesson. "Vizard, I entreat you," said Uxmoor, almost vexed. "It will only make me more unhappy if you don't." "We will go," cried Zoe, earnestly; "we promise to go. What does it matter?
There is wealth and a title offered you. I won't ask you to dismiss them and take a pauper. If you don't like me to try for my own money, give your hand to Lord Uxmoor; then I shall recall my detective, and let all go; for poverty or wealth will matter nothing to me: I shall have lost the angel I love: and she once loved me." He faltered, and the sad cadence of his voice melted her.
Vizard drove off, easy in his mind, and congratulating himself, not unreasonably, on his little combination, by means of which he had provided his sister with a watch-dog, a companion, and an honorable lover all in one. Uxmoor put on his hat and strode forth into his own grounds, with his heart beating high at this strange turn of things in favor of his love.
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