“They were not boots,” replied the maid with vehemence—“indeed, Sir, (turning to Sandford) they were only half boots.”
“My girl,” said Sandford kindly to her, “your own evidence convicts your mistress—What has a woman to do with any boots?”
Impatient at this mummery, Lord Elmwood rose, ordered the servants out of the room, and then, looking at his watch, found it was near one. “At what hour am I to expect her home?” said he.
“Perhaps not till three in the morning,” answered Mrs. Horton.
“Three! more likely six,” cried Sandford.
“I can’t wait with patience till that time,” answered Lord Elmwood, with a most anxious sigh.
“You had better go to bed, my Lord,” said Mrs. Horton; “and, by sleeping, the time will pass away unperceived.”
“If I could sleep, Madam.”
“Will you play a game of cards, my Lord?” said Sandford, “for I will not leave you till she comes home; and though I am not used to sit up all night——”
“All night!” repeated Lord Elmwood; “she dares not stay all night.”