"Yes, yes; I will obey you—I will shake off this miserable hesitation.
I will make my nature iron, as you have made yours."
Sir Reginald rang, and ordered his horse to be brought round to the door of the inn.
"Where and when shall I see you again?" he asked Victor, as he was putting on the coat which had hung before the fire to be dried.
"In London, when you return there."
"You leave here soon?"
"To-morrow morning. You will write to me by to-morrow night's post to tell me all that has occurred in the interval."
"I will do so," answered Reginald.
"Good, and now go; you have already been too long out of the way of those who should have witnessed your affectionate anxiety about your cousin."
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