'I
didn't know what terms you might be on, and was quite in a worry till
you came back.'
'He and I have never interchanged a word yet,' observed Martin; 'and as
I have no wish to be better or worse acquainted with him, I will not put
myself in his way. We passed him on the road, I have no doubt. I am glad
he timed his coming as he did. Upon my word! Miss Pecksniff's husband
travels gayly!'
'A very fine-looking gentleman with him--in the best room now,'
whispered Mrs Lupin, glancing up at the window as they went into the
house. 'He has ordered everything that can be got for dinner; and has
the glossiest moustaches and whiskers ever you saw.'
'Has he?' cried Martin, 'why then we'll endeavour to avoid him too, in
the hope that our self-denial may be strong enough for the sacrifice.
It is only for a few hours,' said Martin, dropping wearily into a chair
behind the little screen in the bar. 'Our visit has met with no success,
my dear Mrs Lupin, and I must go to London.'
'Dear, dear!' cried the hostess.
'Yes, one foul wind no more makes a winter, than one swallow makes a
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