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Strolling to his quarters along the breezy parade at night,<br />

he proposed to himself, that he would breathe an immediate<br />

caution to Nesta. How had she come to know this Mrs.<br />

Marsett? But he was more seriously thinking <strong>of</strong> what Colney<br />

Durance called ‘The Mustard Plaster’; the satirist’s phrase<br />

for warm relations with a married fair one: and Dartrey, clear<br />

<strong>of</strong> any design to have it at his breast, was beginning to take<br />

intimations <strong>of</strong> pricks and burns. They are an almost positive<br />

cure <strong>of</strong> inflammatory internal conditions. They were really<br />

hard on him, who had none to be cured.<br />

The hour was nigh midnight. As he entered his hotel, the<br />

porter ran <strong>of</strong>f to the desk in his box, and brought him a<br />

note, saying, that a lady had left it at half-past nine. Left<br />

it?—Then the lady could not be the alarming lady. He was<br />

relieved. The words <strong>of</strong> the letter were cabalistic; these, beneath<br />

underlined address:<br />

‘I beg you to call on me, if I do not see you this evening. It<br />

is urgent; you will excuse me when I explain. Not late tomorrow.<br />

I am sure you will not fail to come. I could write<br />

what would be certain to bring you. I dare not trust any<br />

names to paper.’<br />

The signature was, Judith Marsett.<br />

<strong>One</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Our</strong> <strong>Conquerors</strong><br />

290<br />

CHAPTER XXXI<br />

SHOWS HOW THE SQUIRES IN A<br />

CONQUEROR’S SERVICE HAVE AT TIMES<br />

TO DO KNIGHTLY CONQUEST OF<br />

THEMSELVES<br />

BY THE VERY EARLIEST <strong>of</strong> the trains shot away to light and<br />

briny air from London’s November gloom, which knows the<br />

morning through increase <strong>of</strong> gasjets, little Skepsey was hurried<br />

over suburban chimneys, in his friendly third-class carriage;<br />

where we have reminders <strong>of</strong> ancient pastoral times<br />

peculiar to our country, as it may chance; but where a man<br />

may speak to his neighbour right <strong>of</strong>f without being deemed<br />

<strong>of</strong>fensive. That is homely. A social fellow knitting closely to<br />

his fellows when he meets them, enjoys it, even at the cost <strong>of</strong><br />

uncushioned seats he can, if imps are in him, merryandrew<br />

as much as he pleases; detested punctilio does not reign there;<br />

he can proselytize for the soul’s welfare; decry or uphold the<br />

national drink; advertize a commercial Firm deriving prosperity<br />

from the favour <strong>of</strong> the multitude; exhort to patrio-

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