“There read that.”
Amboyne read it, and approved it. Then he gave a sigh, and said, “And so down goes my poor hobby.”
“Oh, never mind,” said Raby; “you've got one or two left in your stable.”
Dr. Amboyne went out, and passed through the hall. There he found Mr. Coventry and Miss Carden: the latter asked him, rather keenly, if the conference was over.
“Yes, and not without a result: I'll read it to you.” He did so, and Grace's cheek was dyed with blushes, and her eyes beamed with joy.
“Oh, how noble is, and how good you are. Run! Fly!”
“Such movements are undignified, and unsuited to my figure. Shall I roll down the hill? That would be my quickest way.”
This discussion was cut short by a servant, who came to tell the doctor that a carriage was ordered for him, and would be round in a minute. Dr. Amboyne drove off, and Miss Carden now avoided Coventry: she retired to her room. But, it seems, she was on the watch; for, on the doctor's return, she was the person who met him in the hall.
“Well?” said she, eagerly.
“Well, would you believe it? he declines. He objects to leave his way of life, and to wait for dead men's shoes.”