“Take it away and go,” she replied. “Go away!”
I would have gone, and gladly, on this permission, but these still strong men must ever be justifying themselves. Lord Lundie turned to the husband, who for the first time spoke.
“I have rented this house. I am moving in,” he said.
“We ought to have been in yesterday,” the woman interrupted.
“Yes. We ought to have been in yesterday. Have you slept there overnight?” said the man peevishly.
“No; I assure you we haven't,” said Lord Lundie.
“Then go away. Go quite away,” cried the woman.
They went—in single file down the path. They went silently, restrapping the organ on its wheels, and rechaining the monkey to the organ.
“Damn it all!” said Penfentenyou. “They do face the music, and they do stick by each other in private life!”
“Ties of Common Funk,” I answered. Giuseppe ran to the gate and fled back to the possible world. Lord Lundie and Sir Christopher, constrained by tradition, paced slowly.