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“I say, wife, she’ll have to get away from here, this very night. That fellow will be down on the scent bright and early to-morrow morning; if ‘twas only the woman, she could lie quiet till it was over; but that little chap can’t be kept still by a troop of horse and foot, I’ll warrant me; he’ll bring it all out, popping his head out of some window or door. A pretty kettle of fish it would be for me, too, to be caught with them both here, just now! No; they’ll have to be got off to- night.” “To-night! How is it possible?- where to?” “Well, I know pretty well where to,” said the senator, beginning to put on his boots, with a reflective air; and, stopping when his leg was half in, he embraced his knee with both hands, and seemed to go off in deep meditation. “It’s a confounded awkward, ugly business,” said he, at last, beginning to tug at his boots-straps again, “and that’s a fact!” After one boot was fairly on, the senator sat with the other in his hand, profoundly studying the figure of the car- pet. “It will have to be done, though, for aught I see,- hang it all!” and he drew the other boot anxiously on, and looked out of the window. Now, little Mrs. Bird was a discreet woman,- a woman who never in her life said, “I told you so!” and, on the present occasion, though pretty well aware of the shape her husband’s meditations were taking, she very prudently forbore to meddle with them, only sat very quietly in her chair, and looked quite ready to hear her liege lord’s intentions, when he should think proper to utter them. |
