Lady Mary went back to her toilette and busied herself with a number
of little silver pots and boxes, while Wogan disclosed his plan.
'George was taken last night in his lodging, as your ladyship is no
doubt aware. It is a large sum that Lady Oxford lost at cards, and a
large sum might perhaps bail George, if a trusted Whig were the
surety. He would have some few weeks of liberty, at all events.'
'Some few weeks that are like to cost you your life,' said Lady Mary,
who was now grown friendly. 'It was to tell me this you came back. I
should have guessed.'
'Madam, I shall never believe my life's in danger until I am dead,'
replied Wogan, with a laugh.
'I will see what the money can do to-morrow,' said Lady Mary. 'Where
shall I have news of you? Or very likely I am to meet you at
Ranelagh?'
Wogan disclaimed any such bravado, and told her ladyship of a house
where she might hear of him if she sent by night and if her messenger
knocked in a particular way. To that house he now bent his steps, and
stayed there that night and the next day. It was already dark when the
particular knock sounded on the door, and Mr. Wogan lifted a corner of
the blind and peered down into the street. What he saw brought him
down the stairs in a single bound; he opened the door cautiously, and
who should slip in but the Parson.
'Nick!' said he, in a warm voice. His hand clasped Wogan's in the
dark. 'Thanks, thanks!'
It appeared that Lady Mary, after seeing that George was bailed out,
had told him that the notion of bailing him was none of hers.
Moreover, in order to make sure Smilinda's letters were safe, Kelly
had gone as soon as he was released to Colonel Montague, who told him
of Wogan's return to London and other matters of no importance, so
that he now wasted a great deal of time in superfluous compliments.
'But you shall not lose your life on my account, Nick. Montague's
horse, which it seems you have taken a liking to,' he said, with a
smile, 'will be waiting for you at twelve o'clock to-night at Dulwich,
and in the same road; but, Nick, this time you will have to walk to
Dulwich. There is a warrant out for you. You can slip away with a
better chance on foot; and, Nick, this time you will not come back.
Promise me that.'
Wogan promised readily enough.
'I brought the Colonel into some danger of suspicion by returning
before,' he said. 'It is a strange thing, George, that, while our
friends have left us in the lurch, we should owe, I my escape, you
your few weeks of liberty, to perfectly inveterate Whigs, though how
you came to an understanding with the Colonel is quite beyond me to
imagine.'
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