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Walraven asked.
"Gone to bed, sir," said Lucy, promptly.
"You brought her up supper?"
"Yes, sir."
"What did she say to you?"
"Nothing much, sir, only that she was famished, and jolted to death in
that old carriage; and then she turned me out, saying she felt as though
she could sleep a week."
"Nothing more?"
"Nothing more, sir."
Lucy was dismissed.
Mr. Walraven turned to the baronet sympathizingly.
"I feel as deeply mystified and distressed about this matter as even you
can do, my dear Sir Roger; but you perceive there is nothing for it but
to wait. Oleander was right this evening when he said the rules that
measure other women fail with Mollie. She is an original, and we must be
content to bide her time. Come early to-morrow--come to breakfast--and
doubtless all will be explained to our satisfaction."
And so Mr. Walraven thought, and he fancied he understood Mollie pretty
well; but even Mr. Walraven did not know the depth of aggravation his
flighty ward was capable of.
Sir Roger did come early on the morrow--ridiculously early, Mrs.


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