One was the card of Dartrey Fenellan, naming an early time next day for his visit; and the other was the appearance of the Rev.Stuart Rem, a welcome guest.

He had come to meet his Bishop.
He had come also with serious information for the ladies, regarding the Rev.Abram Posterley.

No sooner was this out of his mouth than both ladies exclaimed: 'Again!' So serious was it, that there had been a consultation at the Wells; Mr.Posterley's friend, the Rev.Septimus Barmby, and his own friend, the Rev.Groseman Buttermore, had journeyed from London to sit upon the case: and, 'One hoped,' Mr.Stuart Rem said, 'poor Posterley would be restored to the senses he periodically abandoned.' He laid a hand on Tasso's curls, and withdrew it at a menace of teeth.

Tasso would submit to rough caresses from Mr.Posterley; he would not allow Mr.
Stuart Rem to touch him.

Why was that?
Perhaps for the reason of Mr.
Posterley's being so emotional as perpetually to fall a victim to some bright glance and require the rescue of his friends; the slave of woman had a magnet for animals! Dorothea and Virginia were drawn to compassionate sentiments, in spite of the provokeing recurrence of Mr.Posterley's malady.