"If she'll consent, I'll take her to Europe," mused Carl Walraven. "It
will be delightful to go over the old places with so fresh a companion
as my sparkling little Cricket. But I'm not sure that she'll go--she's a
great deal to fond of young Ingelow. Well, he's a fine fellow, and I've
no objection."
Mr. Walraven's reflections were interrupted by the entrance of Mr.
Sardonyx. The lawyer bowed; his employer nodded carelessly.
"How do, Sardonyx? Find a chair. I've got back, you see. And now, how's
things progressing?"
"Favorably, Mr. Walraven. All goes well."
"And madame has gone packing, I hope?"
"Mrs. Walraven left for Yonkers yesterday. I accompanied her and saw her
safely to her new home."
"How does she take it?"
"In sullen silence. She doesn't deign to speak to me; but with her
cousin it is quite another matter. He had the hardihood to call upon her
in my presence, and you should have seen her. By Jove, sir! she flew out
at him like a tigress. Doctor Guy departed without standing on the order
of his going, and hasn't had the courage to try it on since.
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