“Make your mind easy. I will not marry her—nor anybody else—till things are a great deal clearer than I have ever found them, where your sex is concerned.”
Miss Gale approved the resolution.
Next day Vizard posted his keepers, and sent his advertisements to the London and country journals.
Fanny came into his study to tell him there was more trouble—Miss Maitland taken seriously ill, and had written to Zoe.
“Poor old soul!” said Vizard. “I have a great mind to ride over and see her.”
“Somebody ought to go,” said Fanny.
“Well, you go.”
“How can I—with Zoe, and Mademoiselle Klosking, and you, to look after?”
“Instead of one old woman. Not much excitement in that.”
“No, cousin. To think of your remembering! Why, you must have gone to bed sober.”