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Seeing this, Magdalen at once took Captain Wragge's right arm, so as to place herself nearest to the garden when they passed it on their walk. "The eyes of our neighbors are on us; and the least your niece can do is to take your arm," she said, with a bitter laugh. "Come! let us go on." "They are looking this way," whispered the captain. "Shall I introduce you to Mrs. Lecount?"
Mrs. Wragge's meek snoring deepened in tone; the evening wore on drearily; it was close on eight o'clock when an event happened at last. The street door opposite opened for the first time, and a woman appeared on the threshold. Was the woman Mrs. Lecount? No. As she came nearer, her dress showed her to be a servant.
"I put it frankly, with a dash of humor," he said, pleasantly. "I don't shock you do I?" Weary and heart-sick as she was suspicious of others, doubtful of herself the extravagant impudence of Captain Wragge's defense of swindling touched Magdalen's natural sense of humor, and forced a smile to her lips.
That sorely-wounded nature was soothed by such a trifle now as the grasp of her companion's rough and friendly hand that desolate heart was cheered, when night parted them, by Mrs. Wragge's kiss. The captain's isolated position in the house produced no depressing effect on the captain's easy and equal spirits.
The one resource in Captain Wragge's present situation was to act instantly on the first impulse of his own audacity. Line by line he read on, and still the ready inventiveness which had never deserted him yet failed to answer the call made on it now. He came to the closing sentence to the last words which mentioned the two little moles on Magdalen's neck.
Although Captain Wragge's inborn sense of order was in him as it is in others a sense too inveterately mechanical to exercise any elevating moral influence over his actions, it had produced its legitimate effect on his habits, and had reduced his rogueries as strictly to method and system as if they had been the commercial transactions of an honest man.
Wragge's carriage will be here at four for you, and we will have a little dinner en famille at seven, Miss Nadine, for you," said the happy General, as he jingled away, his dangling sword, jingling medals, and waving white plume, making a gallant show. It was truly "an official capture."
MRS. LECOUNT returned to the parlor, with the fragment of Magdalen's dress in one hand, and with Captain Wragge's letter in the other. "Have you got rid of her?" asked Noel Vanstone. "Have you shut the door at last on Miss Garth?" "Don't call her Miss Garth, sir," said Mrs. Lecount, smiling contemptuously. "She is as much Miss Garth as you are.
The light in the passage, falling full on his face as he passed it, proved the truth of Captain Wragge's surmise, and showed the stranger to be Mr. Kirke, of the merchant service. Meeting the landlord in the passage, Mr. Kirke nodded to him with the familiarity of an old customer. "Have you got the paper?" he asked; "I want to look at the visitors' list."
"I cannot tell you yet, darling, just how we vanquished the old ogre," said he. "Be brave, and remember that a feast of long-deferred love-tidings awaits you to-night. I have already sent away all my own luggage. A horse and a well-mounted orderly will be here at four, and so I shall not lose you from sight even a moment until you are safe in General Wragge's home at Edgemere.
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