The stranger muttered something very like a curse; then, laughing
slightly, he said, half aloud, as if in the habit of speaking his
thoughts--
"The most extraordinary specimen of indignant virtue I ever
encountered--why, she is as incorruptible as the hound, and just as
fierce. So adieu, _ma belle_," tearing the note. "A Houri would not be
worth the trouble such guardianship entails; besides the ridicule of
appearing to the charges her eloquent duenna threatens." He thought
a moment, turned, and walked slowly back to the main road, where a
plainly appointed cab, with a horse of great beauty and value, and an
irreproachable tiger awaited him.
Kate thought nurse's movements unusually rapid, as they returned from
Mrs. Storey's, but that considerate personage said not a syllable of
her interview with the unknown, until that most confidential moment,
when the stiffness of drawing-room manner and costume is exchanged for
a _robe de chambre_, and Kate's long rich, brown tresses were submitted
to Mrs. O'Toole, and the brush.
"Sure, that dark browed divil was spyin' about whin I kem back fum
Storey's."
"What that dreadful man? who spoke?"
"Yes, agra, an', Miss Kate, fur all I tould him, I thought him a
pick-pocket--faith, I believe he's a gran' gintleman; I know be the
look iv him; see now, if he is'nt a lord, I never seen one, an' they
were as thick as parsley at Dungar. I was frightened to have the likes
iv him ramblin' about here, so I jist spoke up bould, an' pretended to
think he was a pick-pocket or the like, an' threatened him wid the
polis, an' I think I settled him any how."
"I have no doubt you acted quite right, dearest nurse, and I should
like to have heard you giving him 'his tag,' as you would term it; but
surely he will never take the trouble to come here again. I thought
it was only a passing impertinence--perhaps he was really sorry, and
wished to apologise--let us give him 'the benefit of a doubt;'" and so
they dismissed the subject, which slumbered for many months before--but
we must not anticipate.
Not many days after this break in the routine of their lives, as Kate
and the Colonel were one evening talking by the fire-light, of A----,
and the Winters--the sound of approaching wheels, broke the stillness,
which generally settled over Victoria-gardens, at the close of day. The
sound drew nearer, and suddenly ceased at their house.
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