Dear Margaret, dear Margaret! But we
must hope.'
The hand-carriage was spinning away before us at a most indecorous
pace for an invalid vehicle, and was making most irregular curves
upon the sand. Mr. Slinkton, noticing it after he had put his
handkerchief to his eyes, said;
'If I may judge from appearances, your friend will be upset, Mr.
Sampson.'
'It looks probable, certainly,' said I.
'The servant must be drunk.'
'The servants of old gentlemen will get drunk sometimes,' said I.
'The major draws very light, Mr. Sampson.'
'The major does draw light,' said I.
By this time the carriage, much to my relief, was lost in the
darkness. We walked on for a little, side by side over the sand,
in silence. After a short while he said, in a voice still affected
by the emotion that his niece's state of health had awakened in
him,
'Do you stay here long, Mr. Sampson?'
'Why, no. I am going away to-night.'
'So soon? But business always holds you in request. Men like Mr.
Sampson are too important to others, to be spared to their own need
of relaxation and enjoyment.'
'I don't know about that,' said I. 'However, I am going back.'
'To London?'
'To London.'
'I shall be there too, soon after you.'
I knew that as well as he did. But I did not tell him so. Any
more than I told him what defensive weapon my right hand rested on
in my pocket, as I walked by his side. Any more than I told him
why I did not walk on the sea side of him with the night closing
in.
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