Penny Blood Serial Fiction — page 66: what you’re looking at

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~ THE JUDGE AND JURY SOCIETY 49 Street, he proceeded to Holloway. Not knowing exactly how his visit might terminate, he ordered the cabman to wait for further instructions. Indeed, he fancied that Emily was not at home, from the circumstance of no lights appearing in the front windows. On knocking at the door, the summons was answered by the cook, who was dressed out in her gayest apparel, for she had the coachman, the groom, and some other triends to sup with her and make merry during her mistress’s absence, — that mistress who was never to return! “Ts Miss Archer within?” asked Saxondale. ‘No, my lord, missus has gone out of town,’ reply. “ Gone out of town,” he exclaimed. ‘‘ When was that? ” “The morning after you was last here, my lord.’’ ‘“ And the maid gone with her? ”’ The response was in the affirmative. ‘“‘ And where has she gone to? ”’ ‘Well, my lord, to tell your lordship the truth, she has gone down into Lincolnshire, and from what the maid told me, I think to Saxondale Castle.’’ “With Lord Harold?”’ demanded Edmund, more and more astonished. “Oh, no, my lord,” replied the cook. ‘ The fact is, there was a terrible row after you left t’other night, for it seems that Lord Harold had got up-stairs quite unbeknown to missus, and she called him all kinds of names, so that he went off in high dudgeon.”’ ‘“ Ah, is this the case!’ said the young nobleman; then, in a musing tone, he observed, “ After all, I was wrong to quarrel with Emily. However, I must think of what’s to be done. I shall most likely call here again to-morrow,”’ and with this intimation he took his departure. Reentering the cab, he ordered the driver to take him back into London, and while rolling along, he said to him- self, “ Perhaps Emily fancied that I should cut off into Lincolnshire, and she has gone to look after me. Or perhaps she means to complain to my mother of the treatment she has received at my hands. And yet she would hardly be such a fool as to run on a wild-goose chase,without being previously certain that I had left London, and as to carrying her complaints to my lady-mother, that is most unlike ’ was the ECORNICLOOO <S (FO)