He has no fear of approaching the former in wet garments; instead knows that in this guise he will be all the more warmly welcomed—as he is!
Mrs Murdock sits up late for Lewin—though with little expectation of his coming home. Looking out of the window, in the moonlight she sees a man, who comes striding across the carriage sweep, and up into the portico.
Rushing to the door to receive him, she exclaims in counterfeit surprise—
“You, Monsieur Richard! Not my husband!”
When Coracle Dick has told his sad tale, shaped to suit the circumstances, her half-hysterical ejaculation might be supposed a cry of distress. Instead, it is one of ecstatic delight, she is unable to restrain, at knowing herself now sole owner of the house over her head, and the land for miles around it!
Volume Three—Chapter Twenty.
A Chapter Diplomatic.
Another day has dawned, another sun set upon Boulogne; and Major Mahon is again in his dining-room, with Captain Ryecroft, his sole guest.