10/11 She will be found here, whenever she's wanted; and as to me, you're pretty sure to find me at home, for a week or two. Marchioness, a light! If you lose another minute in looking at me, sir, I'll never forgive you!' Mr Abel needed no more remonstrance or persuasion. He was gone in an instant; and the Marchioness, returning from lighting him down-stairs, reported that the pony, without any preliminary objection whatever, had dashed away at full gallop. But get some supper and a mug of beer, for I am sure you must be tired. |