And now—Dear! Dear! The dayspring from on high hath visited me. ‘Hollow. ‘You’ll come with us and get yourself safe back home to
your convent, understand?’
‘But wait,’ begged Melusine, hanging back. The young
lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished. While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to
the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form,
and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable
print—the Modern Midnight Conversation. I think he got sick of us and he disappeared not
one week later. . A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion. I packed so hurriedly that it will take me a long time to find
my things. ‘But I’m hanged if I
know why you find it so amusing. Will you forgive me—if I say no
more?”
She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes.
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