'
'Give it me, then, papa!'
'No, my love; we must speak of this together. But I am pressed for time.
When I come home. Remember.' He quitted the room.
They were alone: the Duke began again talking, and Miss Dacre put her
finger to her mouth, with a smile.
'I assure you,' said he, 'I am not wearied. I slept at----y, and the
only thing I now want is a good walk. Let me be your companion this
morning!'
'I was thinking of paying nurse a visit. What say you?'
'Oh! I am ready; anywhere.'
She ran for her bonnet, and he kissed her handkerchief, which she left
behind, and, I believe, everything else in the room which bore the
slightest relation to her. And then the recollection of Arundel's letter
came over him, and his joy fled. When she returned, he was standing
before the fire, gloomy and dull.
'I fear you are tired,' she said.
'Not in the least.'
'I shall never forgive myself if all this exertion make you ill.'
'Why not?'
'Because, although I will not tell papa, I am sure my nonsense is the
cause of your having gone to London.'
'It is probable; for you are the cause of all that does not disgrace
me.
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