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Thus passed days in which Sophy's time was spent chiefly in Waife's sick- room. But now he is regaining strength hourly. To his sitting-room comes George frequently to relieve Sophy's watch. There, once a day, comes Guy Darrell, and what then passed between the two men none witnessed. In these hours Waife insisted upon Sophy's going forth for air and exercise.
LOSELY. "I may have the power to transfer the young lady to your care young lady is a more respectful phrase than girl and possibly to dispense with Mr. Waife's consent to such arrangement. But excuse me if I say that I must know a little more of yourself, before I could promise to exert such a power on your behalf." RUGGE. "Sir, I shall be proud to improve our acquaintance.
The Mayor's voice was almost apologetic in its tone; for he was affected by Waife's anguish, and not able to silence a pang of remorse. After all, he had been trusted; and he had, excusably perhaps, necessarily perhaps, but still he had failed to fulfil the trust.
But Merle, unhappily confiding more in his crystal than Waife's steady adherence to the chart prescribed, led the Oxford scholar the life of a will-of-the-wisp; zigzag, and shooting to and fro, here and there, till, just when George had lost all patience, Merle chanced to see, not in the crystal, a pelerine on the neck of a farmer's daughter, which he was morally certain he had himself selected for Waife's pannier.
Waife's lodging, at the time he had that bad accident." "And I had the honour to accompany you home, ma'am, and but shall I speak out before this gentleman?" "Certainly; you see he is listening to you with attention. This gentleman and I have no secrets from each other. What has become of that person? This gentleman wishes to know." LOSELY. "Yes, sir, I wish to know-particularly."
Scarcely was the door closed scarcely the young man in the room, before, with all his delightful, passionate frankness, Lionel had clasped Waife's reluctant hand in both his own, and, with tears in his eyes, and choking in his voice, was pouring forth sentences so loosely knit together that they seemed almost incoherent; now a burst of congratulation now a falter of condolence now words that seemed to supplicate as for pardon to an offence of his own rapid transitions from enthusiasm to pity, from joy to grief variable, with the stormy April of a young, fresh, hearty nature.
Waife's face was wild with the agony of his emotions, and his voice was so sharply terrible that it went like a knife into the heart of the men, who, thrust aside for the moment, now followed him, fearful, into the room. "Mr. Mr. Chapman, sir," faltered the Mayor, striving hard to recover dignity and self-possession, "I am astonished at your your " "Audacity!" interposed Mr. Williams.
"No," said the Cobbler, suddenly, "I don't believe it." "Believe what?" asked Waife, startled. "That you are " The Cobbler paused, bent forward, whispered the rest of the sentence close in the vagrant's ear. Waife's head fell on his bosom, but he made no answer. "Speak," cried Merle; "say 't is a lie." The poor cripple's lip writhed, but he still spoke not.
Lady Montfort who, since her return from Fawley, has been suffering from a kind of hectic fever, accompanied by a languor that made even the walk to Waife's cottage a fatigue, which the sweetness of her kindly nature enabled her to overcome, and would not permit her to confess has been so much worse that morning as to be unable to leave her room. Sophy has gone to see her.
No person answering to Waife's description had been seen in the town. Once, indeed, Rugge was close on the right scent; for, insisting upon Waife's one eye, and his possession of a white dog, he was told by several witnesses that a man blind of two eyes, and led by a black dog, had been close before the stage, just previous to the performance.
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