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with one of his own snorts. “By George!” he said, jumping up and standing on the rug, “we’ll have some coffee;” and after that he did not sleep any more.

“Dale,” said he, “won’t you take some more wine?”

“Nothing more,” said the colonel, still looking at the fire, and shaking his head very slowly.

“Come, Johnny, fill your glass.” He had already got into the way of calling his young friend Johnny, having found that Mrs. Eames generally spoke of her son by that name.

“I have been filling my glass all the time,” said Eames, taking the decanter again in his hand as he spoke.

“I’m glad you’ve found something to amuse you, for it has seemed to me that you and Dale haven’t had much to say to each other. I’ve been listening all the time.”

“You’ve been asleep,” said the colonel.

“Then there’s been some excuse for my holding my tongue,” said the earl. “By the by, Dale, what do you think of that fellow Crosbie?”

Eames’ ears were instantly on the alert, and the spirit of dullness vanished from him.

“Think of him?” said the colonel.

“He ought to have every bone in his skin broken,” said the earl.

“So he ought,” said Eames, getting up from his chair in his eagerness, and speaking in a tone somewhat louder than was perhaps becoming in the presence of his seniors. “So he ought, my lord. He is the most abominable rascal that ever I met in my life. I wish I was Lily Dale’s brother.” Then he sat down again, remembering that he was speaking in the presence of Lily’s uncle, and of the father of Bernard Dale, who might be supposed to occupy the place of Lily’s brother.

The colonel turned his head round, and looked at the young man with surprise. “I beg your pardon, sir,” said Eames, “but I have known Mrs. Dale and your nieces all my life.”

“Oh, have you?” said the colonel. “Nevertheless it is, perhaps, as well not to make too free with a young lady’s name. Not that I blame you in the least, Mr. Eames.”

“I should think not,” said the earl. “I honour him for his feeling. Johnny, my boy, if ever I am unfortunate enough to meet that man, I shall tell him my mind, and I believe you will do the same.” On hearing this John Eames winked at the earl, and made a motion with his head towards the colonel, whose back was turned to him. And then the earl winked back at Eames.

“De Guest,” said the colonel, “I think I’ll go upstairs; I always have a little arrowroot in my own room.”

“I’ll ring the bell for a candle,” said the host. Then the colonel went, and as the door was closed behind him, the earl raised his two hands and uttered that single word, “negus!” Whereupon Johnny burst out laughing, and coming round to the fire, sat himself down in the armchair which the colonel had left.

“I’ve no doubt it’s all right,” said the earl; “but I shouldn’t like to drink negus myself, nor yet to have arrowroot up in my bedroom.”

“I don’t suppose there’s any harm in it.”

“Oh dear, no; I wonder what Pawkins says about him. But I suppose they have them of all sorts in an hotel.”

“The waiter didn’t seem to think much of it when he brought it.”

“No, no. If he’d asked for senna and salts, the waiter wouldn’t have showed any surprise. By the by, you touched him up about that poor girl.”

“Did I, my lord? I didn’t mean it.”

“You see he’s Bernard Dale’s father, and the question is, whether Bernard shouldn’t punish the fellow for what he has done. Somebody ought to do it. It isn’t right that he should escape. Somebody ought to let Mr. Crosbie know what a scoundrel he has made himself.”

“I’d do it tomorrow, only I’m afraid⁠—”

“No, no, no,” said the earl; “you are not the right person at all. What have you got to do with it? You’ve merely known them as family friends, but that’s not enough.”

“No, I suppose not,” said Eames, sadly.

“Perhaps it’s best as it is,” said the earl. “I don’t know that any good would be got by knocking him over the head. And if we are to be Christians, I suppose we ought to be Christians.”

“What sort of a Christian has he been?”

“That’s true enough; and if I was Bernard, I should be very apt to forget my Bible lessons about meekness.”

“Do you know, my lord, I should think it the most Christian thing in the world to pitch into him; I should, indeed. There are some things for which a man ought to be beaten black and blue.”

“So that he shouldn’t do them again?”

“Exactly. You might say it isn’t Christian to hang a man.”

“I’d always hang a murderer. It wasn’t right to hang men for stealing sheep.”

“Much better hang such a fellow as Crosbie,” said Eames.

“Well, I believe so. If any fellow wanted now to curry favour with the young lady, what an opportunity he’d have.”

Johnny remained silent for a moment or two before he answered. “I’m not so sure of that,” he said, mournfully, as though grieving at the thought that there was no chance of currying favour with Lily by thrashing her late lover.

“I don’t pretend to know much about girls,” said Lord De Guest; “but I should think it would be so. I should fancy that nothing would please her so much as hearing that he had caught it, and that all the world knew that he’d caught it.” The earl had declared that he didn’t know much about girls, and in so saying, he was no doubt right.

“If I thought so,” said Eames, “I’d find him out tomorrow.”

“Why so? what difference does it make to you?” Then there was another pause, during which Johnny looked very sheepish. “You don’t mean to say that you’re in love with Miss Lily Dale?”

“I don’t know much about being in love with her,” said Johnny, turning very red as he spoke. And then

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