No great lover of state or state costume
at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in
dishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects. ‘Oh, my God, Melusine, what have I done?’
Melusine shook her head. I was sitting up, lamenting your
departure, dear Thames, when, hearing an odd noise, I went to the landing, and,
by the light of a dark lantern, saw Jack Sheppard, stealing up stairs, followed by
two men with crape on their faces. "That
he couldn't choose any one so agreeable to me. That's the kind,
my friend, that always fall soft. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a
time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had
her own babies. His food lay untouched about his
plate. So I come round the other way and—Lordy, miss, I’m that sorry I made
a mull of it. But the clearly definite thing was the ultimate escape. Sheppard. . What was the old tabby at? Unaccountably embarrassed, he cleared his
throat.
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