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Jiffin admired her uncommonly, and she, always ready for anything in that way, had already enjoyed several passing flirtations with him. "Good day, Miss Hallijohn," cried he, warmly, tucking up his white apron and pushing it round to the back of his waist, in the best manner he could, as he held out his hand to her. For Afy had once hinted in terms of disparagement at that very apron.
Jiffin in his agony and horror. You might have wrung every thread he had on. "You don't mean to imply that you give me up Miss Afy?" he jerked out, unevenly. "Well, yes, I do," replied Afy. "It's as good to be plain, and then there can be no misapprehension. I'll shake hands now with you, Jiffin, for the last time; and I am very sorry that we both made such a mistake." Poor Jiffin looked at her.
Dill came in as he disappeared, closed the door, and advanced to his master, speaking in an under tone. "Mr. Archibald, has it struck you that the gentleman just gone out may be the Lieutenant Thorn you once spoke to me about he who had used to gallop over from Swainson to court Afy Hallijohn?" "It has struck me so, most forcibly," replied Mr. Carlyle.
Ebenezer James came forward to prove it. "What do you know of the prisoner, Sir Francis Levison?" questioned Justice Herbert. "Not much," responded Mr. Ebenezer. "I used to know him as Captain Thorn." "Captain Thorn?" "Afy Hallijohn called him captain; but I understood he was but a lieutenant." "From whom did you understand that?" "From Afy. She was the only person I heard speak of him."
On went Afy, through West Lynne, till she arrived close to Mr. Justice Hare's. Then she paced slowly. It had been a frequent walk of hers since the trial. Luck favored her to-day. As she was passing the gate, young Richard Hare came up from the direction of East Lynne. It was the first time Afy had obtained speech of him. "Good day, Richard. Why! you were never going to pass an old friend?"
"In age he might be three or four and twenty, tall and slender; an out-and-out aristocrat." "And his connections? Where did he live?" "I never knew. Afy, in her boasting way, would say he had come from Swainson, a ten mile ride." "From Swainson?" quickly interrupted Mr. Carlyle. "Could it be one of the Thorns of Swainson?" "None of the Thorns that I know.
"I have been thinking what luck you were in to get him," said Richard, with composure. "But it is your business not mine." "Could you bear to see me stooping to him?" returned Afy, dropping her voice to the most insinuating whisper. "Look you, Afy. What ridiculous folly you are nursing in your head I don't trouble myself to guess, but, the sooner you get it out again the better.
Fine times these for 'The Universe' and 'The New World! All came out about Lady Afy; and they made up for their long and previous ignorance, or, as they now boldly blustered, their long and considerate forbearance. Sheets given away gratis, edition on Saturday night for the country, and woodcuts of the Pavilion fête: the when, the how, and the wherefore.
"I do," replied Lawyer Ball, taking notes of her confusion. "Come, it's over and done with it's of no use to deny it now. We all go upon visits to friends sometimes." "I never heard anything so bold!" cried Afy. "Where will you tell me I went next?"
"I don't know anything about that sort of thing. Butter-tubs are beneath me." "Of course, of course, Miss Hallijohn," deprecated poor Jiffin. "They are very profitable, though, to those who understand the trade." "What is all that shouting?" cried Afy, alluding to a tremendous noise in the distance, which had continued for some little time. "It's the voters cheering Mr. Carlyle.