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Chapter 1. Fellow Travellers

           

           ‘That,asyouarenottobeservedforthegeneralsupper,perhapsyouwilldousthefavourofnotcookingyourselfatthegeneralfire,’returnedtheother.

           Theyounggentlemanwhowasstandinginaneasyattitudeonthehearth,cockinghisglassatthecompany,withhisbacktotheblazeandhiscoattuckedunderhisarms,somethingasifhewereOfthePoultryspeciesandweretrussedforroasting,lostcountenanceatthisreply;heseemedabouttodemandfurtherexplanation,whenitwasdiscovered—throughalleyesturningonthespeaker—thattheladywithhim,whowasyoungandbeautiful,hadnotheardwhathadpassedthroughhavingfaintedwithherheaduponhisshoulder.

           ‘Ithink,’saidthegentlemaninasubduedtone,‘Ihadbestcarryherstraighttoherroom.Willyoucalltosomeonetobringalight?’addressinghiscompanion,‘andtoshowtheway?InthisstrangeramblingplaceIdon’tknowthatIcouldfindit.’

           ‘Pray,letmecallmymaid,’criedthetalleroftheyoungladies.

           ‘Pray,letmeputthiswatertoherlips,’saidtheshorter,whohadnotspokenyet.

           Eachdoingwhatshesuggested,therewasnowantofassistance.Indeed,whenthetwomaidscamein(escortedbythecourier,lestanyoneshouldstrikethemdumbbyaddressingaforeignlanguagetothemontheroad),therewasaprospectoftoomuchassistance.Seeingthis,andsayingasmuchinafewwordstotheslighterandyoungerofthetwoladies,thegentlemanputhiswife’sarmoverhisshoulder,liftedherup,andcarriedheraway.

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