Fanny is to sleep here-let us have some brandy and water, clerically weak but comfortably hot, before I start;" for Wells is a man who prefers the comfort of his servants and his horses to his own, and means to walk down to the Rectory to-night. I nod and telegraph him to ring the bell, whereupon Fanny says "Oh! Harriet, I am coming too." Whereunto I reply-" You have no candle.” I take my Harriet to the door of her room, where Foxcroft is waiting for her, and I give her a kiss—a parting one-for the present. So far so good; then I return to Wells, and, as he will have a glass-or it may be two, as it is "cold exceedingly"-I must join him. The compulsion is not so painful. It begins to snow; he cannot well go till it holds up. END OF VOL. II. GILBERT & RIVINGTON, Printers, St. John's Square, London. |