"
"Thank you, Mr. Bigglethorpe; I am very glad to hear it."
"Nasty pig!" said Marjorie to herself; "she drove Eugene away all the
same."
Meanwhile, Mr. Lamb was conversing with Miss Du Plessis.
"You don't seem to mind the doo, Miss Cecile."
"Oh, but I do," she answered.
"Your shoes are parfectly wat, sowking I should think."
"No, they are not wet through; they are thicker than you imagine."
"By the bye, where is his high mightiness, the lawyer, this mawrning?"
"Mr. Coristine has returned to the city."
"Haw, cawlled oway to some pettifogging jawb I suppowse?"
"Such as your Crown Lands case."
"Naw, you down't say, Miss Cecile, thot he's awff ofter thot jawb?"
"I cannot tell what Mr. Coristine may have to do in addition to that. He
did not confide his business to me."
"I wonder whot time the stage goes awff at!"
"It will pass the gate," said Miss Du Plessis, consulting her watch, "in
ten minutes."
"Haw, ofally onnoying you know, but I'll hov to pock up and leave before
breakfost. Please remember me to Morjorie, will you Cecile, if I shont
hov time to see her before I gow.
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