"Do you hear me?" cried the lady, with increasing vehemence. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that
everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she
had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle. Anyhow, ten minutes after I get to work I'll be rumpling it. Sheppard," said the carpenter, advancing to meet her, and trying to
look as cheerful and composed as he could; "what brings you to town, eh?—
Nothing amiss, I trust?"
"Nothing whatever, Sir," answered the widow. ”
The lights sank, the prelude to the third act was beginning, the music rose and
fell in crowded intimations of lovers separated—lovers separated with scars and
memories between them, and the curtain went reefing up to display Tristan lying
wounded on his couch and the shepherd crouching with his pipe. What a buzz of admiration
ran round the court as he appeared! And, how handsome and composed he
looked! Everybody wondered that such a stripling could commit such desperate
robberies. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall
touch you. '"
As these words were delivered by the carpenter with stern emphasis, a female
servant entered the room, and stated that a gentleman was at the door, who
wished to speak with Captain Darell on business of urgent importance.
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