The Hon. Mrs. Bayruffle, thus abruptly addressed, observed that she had not, and was it an amusing book?
“Becas it'll open your mind,” pursued Mrs. Chump; “and there, he's eatin'! and when a man takes to eatin', ye'll never have any fear about his abouts. And if ye read the 'Arcana of Nature and Science,' ma'am, ye'll first feel that ye've gone half mad. For it contains averything in the world; and ye'll read ut ten times all through, and not remember five lines runnin'! Oh, it's a dreadful book: and that's the book to read to your husband when he's got a fit o' the gout. He's got nothin' to do but swallow knolludge then. Now, Mr. Braintop, don't stop, but tell me as ye go on what ye did with yourself all night.”
A slight hesitation in Braintop caused her to cross-examine him rigidly, suggesting that he might not dare to tell, and he, exercising some self-command, adopted narrative as the less ignominious form of confession. No one save Mrs. Chump listened to him until he mentioned the name Miss Belloni; and then it was curious to see the steadiness with which certain eyes, feigning abstraction, fixed in his direction. He had met Emilia on the outskirts of the town, and unable to persuade her to take shelter anywhere, had walked on with her in dead silence through the night, to the third station of the railway for London.
“Is this a mad person?” asked the Hon. Mrs. Bayruffle.
Adela shrugged. “A genius.”
“Don't eat with the tips of your teeth, like a bird, Mr. Braintop, for no company minds your eatin',” cried Mrs. Chump, angrily and encouragingly; “and this little Belloni—my belief is that she came after you; and what have ye done with her?”
It was queerly worried out of Braintop, who was trying his best all the time to be obedient to Wilfrid's direct eye, that the two wanderers by night had lost themselves in lanes, refreshed themselves with purloined apples from the tree at dawn, obtained a draught of morning milk, with a handful of damsons apiece, and that nothing would persuade Emilia to turn back from the route to London. Braintop bit daintily at his toast, unwilling to proceed under the discouraging expression of Wilfrid's face, and the meditative silence of two or three others. The discovery was forcibly extracted that Emilia had no money;—that all she had in her possession was sevenpence and a thimble; and that he, Braintop, had but a few shillings, which she would not accept.
“And what has become of her?” was asked.
Braintop stated that she had returned to London, and, blushing, confessed that he had given her his return ticket.
Georgiana here interposed to save him from the awful encomiums of Mrs. Chump, by desiring to know whether Emilia seemed unhappy or distressed. Braintop's spirited reply, “Not at all,” was corrected to: “She did not cry;” and further modified: “That is, she called out sharply when I whistled an opera tune.”