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. "Extinguish the light," cried Jack; "turn to the left. The books would be soaked and
ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the
pack. “MY DEAR MISS STANLEY,” it began,—“I hope you will forgive my
bothering you with a letter, but I have been thinking very much over our
conversation at Lady Palsworthy’s, and I feel there are things I want to say to
you so much that I cannot wait until we meet again. Another instance was that of Toby Tanner—"
"No more of this," interrupted Trenchard; "where is the boy?"
"Not far hence," replied Wild. But, when I look upon his
innocent face, and see how like he is to his father,—when I think of that father's
shameful ending, and recollect how free from guilt he once was,—at such times,
Mr. “But it is so difficult——”
“Not at all,” he answered eagerly. “Don’t you know, child, that this is
torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?”
Her face had become almost like a marble image. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I
am still, and hoped he would mend. You have been her
guardian angel. ‘Don’t be silly.
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