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'D'ye remember the inn at Cologne, Tommy? Sir George continued, mischievously reminiscent. 'And Lord Tony arriving with his charmer? And you giving up your room to her? And the trick we played you at Calais, where we passed the little French dancer on you for Madame la Marquise de Personne? Mr. Thomasson winced, and a tinge of colour rose in his fat pale face.
'I! Mr. Thomasson cried, virtuously indignant. 'Ay, you! Do you mean to say you did not see that here was a chance in a hundred? In a thousand? Ay, in a million? Fifty thousand pounds is not found in the road any day? Mr. Thomasson grinned in a sickly fashion. 'I know that, he said. 'Well, what is your idea? What do you want?
Thomasson. glanced at him stealthily, as one gamester scrutinises another over the cards. 'She is Masterson, the porter's, foster-child, he said. 'But is it certain that she has the money? the other cried rudely. 'Is it true, man? How do you know? Is it public property? 'No, Mr. Thomasson answered, 'it is not public property.
And then, on a sudden she sprang up; the key was grating in the lock! While she stared, half demented, scarcely believing her happiness, Mr. Thomasson appeared on the threshold, his head he wore no wig muffled in a woman's shawl, a shaded lanthorn in his hand. 'Come! he said. 'There is not a moment to be lost.
I thought it particularly civil, sir, and was even troubled about the expense 'Is your name Soane? Mr. Smith asked with blunt-ness; he grew more suspicious as the other's embarrassment increased. 'No, Mr. Fishwick admitted reluctantly. 'But this young lady's name 'Is Soane? 'Yes. Mr. Thomasson stepped forward, grim as fate. 'That is not true, he said coldly.
Thomasson entered. He treated the strangers to a distant bow, and, without looking at them, took his seat with a nonchalant ease, becoming a man who travelled with viscountesses, and was at home in the best company. The table had his first hungry glance. He espied roast and cold, a pair of smoking ducklings just set on, a dish of trout, a round of beef, a pigeon-pie, and hot rolls.
At any moment, however, he might stride into the middle of the busy group in the hall; and then if he saw Thomasson before the tutor had had his lesson, the trick, if not the game, was lost. Her ladyship, scarcely breathing, hung over the balustrade, and at length had the satisfaction of seeing Thomasson and the woman enter the lobby at the foot of the stairs.
Pomeroy answered with grim patience. 'Your part is to thwart me. Mr. Thomasson, half risen from his chair, sat down again. 'What do you mean? he muttered. 'You are her friend. Your part is to help her to escape. You're to sneak to her room to-morrow, and tell her that you'll steal the key when I'm drunk after dinner.
On that point he was right; for if there was a person in the world of whom Mr. Thomasson stood in especial awe, it was of Lady Dunborough. My lord, the author of 'Pomaria Britannica' and 'The Elegant Art of Pomiculture as applied to Landscape Gardening, was a quantity he could safely neglect. Beyond his yew-walks and his orchards his lordship was a cipher.
He'd know Tommy too; and we know Tommy is with the girl, and that they were both dropped Laycock way. Hang me, if I don't think there is something in this! he continued, thrusting his feet into slippers: his boots were drying on the hearth. 'Thomasson is rogue enough for anything!
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