He flung some more sovereigns at the astonished coachman.
Then he sprang into the carriage, and I followed.
"Where shall I drive to, sir?" said the coachman.
"To Colonel Berton's!" roared Jack.
"Nonsense, Jack!" said I; "it's too early."
"Early—the devil! No it isn't.—Drive on."
And away went the carriage.
I prevailed on Jack to drop me at the corner of one of the streets, and, getting out, I went to my den, meditating on the astonishing events of the day.
The conclusions which I then came to about Mrs. Finnimore, now Mrs.
Trenaman, were verified fully by discoveries made afterward.
She had been quick-sighted enough to see that Jack did not care for her, and had given him up. The chaplain was far more to her taste. As Jack came again to her, she could cot resist the desire to pay him up. This was the reason why she led him on to an offer of matrimony, and named the day and place. Miss Phillips had paid him up in one way; the widow chose another method, which was more in accordance with her own genius. All this time she had come to a full understanding with the chaplain, and the day which she had named to Jack was the very one on which her real marriage was to come off. I never could find out whether the chaplain knew about it or not. I rather think he did not. If he had known, he would have dropped a hint to Jack. He was such a confoundedly good-hearted sort of a fellow, that he would have interposed to prevent the success of the plan. As it was, it was carried out perfectly.