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Thomasson slid back the bolt, and opening the door, glanced furtively up and down the passage. Seeing no one, he came out, closed the door behind him, and humming an air from the 'Buona Figlinola, which was then the fashion, returned slowly, and with apparent deliberation, to the east wing.
'You mistake, I assure you, you mistake 'Do we, by Gad! Mr. Pomeroy cried, winking at Julia. Well, you and I, my dear, don't, do we? We understand one another very well. The girl only answered by a fierce look of contempt. But Mr. Thomasson was in despair. 'You do not, indeed! he cried, almost wringing his hands.
'Pom, that does you credit. You have a head! I always said you had a head! 'You are agreeable to that, my lord? 'Burn me, if I am not. 'Then shake hands upon it. And what say you, Parson? Mr. Thomasson proffered an assent fully as enthusiastic as Lord Almeric's, but for a different reason.
'I drink you! Here's to your pretty face, my dear! 'Mrs. Thomasson! cried the tutor, 'I drink to you. But 'But what shall it be, you mean? Pomeroy cried briskly. 'Loo, Quinze, Faro, Lansquenet? Or cribbage, all-fours, put, Mr. Parson, if you like! It's all one to me. Name your game and I am your man! 'Then let us shuffle and cut, and the highest takes, said the tutor.
'Then please to tell me this, Julia rejoined, her breath a little short. 'Mr. Thomasson, did you know anything of my being carried off before it took place? 'I? he cried effusively. 'Did I know? 'I mean were you employed to bring me to Mr. Pomeroy's? 'I employed? To bring you to Mr. Pomeroy's? Good heavens! ma'am, what do you take me for? the tutor cried in righteous indignation.
I treasure the copy of Tintoretto which you see there, and these bronzes, as memorials of my lord's munificence. I brought them back with me. 'And what did my lord's son bring back? Sir George asked, cruelly. 'A Midianitish woman? 'My honoured friend! Mr. Thomasson remonstrated. 'But your wit was always mordant mordant! Too keen for us poor folk!
The sum was one which a year's stipend of a fat living would discharge; and until the receipt of the letter the tutor, long familiar with embarrassment, had taken the matter lightly. But the letter was to the point, and meant business a spunging house and the Fleet; and with the cold shade of the Rules in immediate prospect, Mr. Thomasson saw himself at his wits' end.
Thomasson, and it was not in his nature to do the thing that lay before him until he had considered whether it might not profit him to do something else. In this case the bare statement that Mr. Dunborough, and not Sir George, was the author of the outrage, would go for little with her.
'But he is better. The surgeon has extracted the ball and pronounces him out of danger. 'I am glad to hear it, Soane answered heartily. 'Then, now I can get away. 'À volonté! cried Mr. Thomasson in his happiest vein.
'Ye yes, the tutor faltered; and wished himself in the street. 'At least I am her step-father. 'Oh, her step-father! 'Yes, Mr. Thomasson answered, faintly. How he cursed the folly that had put him in this false position! How much more strongly he would have cursed it, had he known what it was cast that dark shadow, as of a lurking man, on the upper part of the stairs!
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