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He paid Tozer's hundred and fifty pounds. And he made no inquiries, and tried not to ask himself what all that strange scene had meant and whatever it did mean it was over for ever, and nobody asked any further questions or made any revelations on the subject. As for Mr. May, his mysterious illness went on for some time, the doctors never venturing to put any name to it.
With the lightning speed of sympathy and pity, Phoebe divined what his terror was. She said, almost whispering, "At home, in your own bed at home! and safe. Oh, don't you know me I am Phoebe." Then after a pause, "Tozer's granddaughter; do you know me now?"
To see that nice-looking, well-dressed girl in Tozer's shop, with all the butter boys calling her Phoebe " "The butter boys are as good as any one else," cried Janey, whose tendencies were democratic. "I dare say she likes her relations as well as we like ours, and better, though they do keep a shop."
All this had taken up a good deal of time. It was twelve when Mr. Simpson of the bank disturbed the lovers in the garden, and it was one o'clock before Phoebe put a stop to all Tozer's vindictive plans by going to bed. What he said to Mr. Simpson, when he went back to him, is not on record.
Tozer's house was turned upside down by it, as he could hear by the passionate voices and the sound of crying and storming in the room above; but Cotsdean was secure in his shop, apparently fearing no evil, as he had seen as he passed, peering in with curious eyes. What it meant he could not tell; but it was queer, and did not look as if the business was straight-forward.
"Oh! papa, he danced with me twice; he was very kind," said Ursula, with a blush; "and he danced all the night with Miss Beecham. It must be a falsehood about her being old Tozer's granddaughter. Mr. Clarence Copperhead was always by her side. I think Mrs. Hurst must have made it all up out of her own head." Mr. May gave a little short laugh. "Poor Mrs.
At his height above the torrent, as will be remembered, no one was disturbed by the roar of the waters far below. Because of his susceptibility to sounds, he heard an exclamation uttered by some one near him. The point whence it came was a clump of rocks hardly fifty feet distant, and he fancied he recognized the voice as Bill Tozer's.
"I hope I'll be well enough to get to chapel on Sunday," she said, "just to see the folk's looks. The minister needn't expect much attention to his sermon. 'There's Phoebe Tozer's daughter! they'll all be saying, and a-staring, and a-whispering. It ain't often as anything like her is seen in chapel, that's a fact," said the old lady, warming into the exultation of natural pride.
Then Lord Lufton with a face by no means radiant with satisfaction again began the story of Tozer's fraudulent demand upon him. Sowerby did not interrupt him, but listened patiently to the end; quite patiently, although Lord Lufton, as he made himself more and more angry by the history of his own wrongs, did not hesitate to pronounce certain threats against Mr.
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