“Not very early; but you were too much engaged to miss me. By the way,” lowering his voice, “what do you think I lost?”
“I can't tell indeed, but I know what I gained: I have not had such a run of luck this winter.”
They then went up to a window to carry on their enquiries more privately.
At the words what do you think I lost, Cecilia, half starting, cast her eyes uneasily upon Mrs Harrel, but perceived not the least change in her countenance. Mr Arnott, however, seemed as little pleased as herself, and from a similar sensation looked anxiously at his sister.
Morrice now returning, called out, “He's had a fall, I assure you!”
“Curse him!” cried Sir Robert, “what shall I do now? he cost me the d—-l and all of money, and I have not had him a twelvemonth. Can you lend me a horse for this morning, Harrel?”
“No, I have not one that will do for you. You must send to Astley.”
“Who can I send? John must take care of this.”
“I'll go, sir,” cried Morrice, “if you'll give me the commission.”
“By no means, sir,” said Sir Robert, “I can't think of giving you such an office.”