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I hastened to sanction the presence of the embroidery, exactly as I had

sanctioned the absence of the burst buzzard and the Cupid's wing. Mrs.

Merridew made an effort--a grateful effort--to look at my hair. No! it

was not to be done. Mrs. Merridew looked back again at Miss Verinder.

"If Mr. Jennings will permit me," pursued the old lady, "I should like

to ask a favour. Mr. Jennings is about to try a scientific experiment

to-night. I used to attend scientific experiments when I was a girl at

school. They invariably ended in an explosion. If Mr. Jennings will be

so very kind, I should like to be warned of the explosion this time.

With a view to getting it over, if possible, before I go to bed."

I attempted to assure Mrs. Merridew that an explosion was not included

in the programme on this occasion.

"No," said the old lady. "I am much obliged to Mr. Jennings--I am aware

that he is only deceiving me for my own good. I prefer plain dealing.

I am quite resigned to the explosion--but I DO want to get it over, if

possible, before I go to bed."

Here the door opened, and Mrs. Merridew uttered another little scream.

The advent of the explosion? No: only the advent of Betteredge.

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Jennings," said Betteredge, in his most

elaborately confidential manner. "Mr. Franklin wishes to know where you

are. Being under your orders to deceive him, in respect to the presence

of my young lady in the house, I have said I don't know. That you will

please to observe, was a lie. Having one foot already in the grave, sir,

the fewer lies you expect me to tell, the more I shall be indebted to

you, when my conscience pricks me and my time comes."

There was not a moment to be wasted on the purely speculative question

of Betteredge's conscience. Mr. Blake might make his appearance in

search of me, unless I went to him at once in his own room. Miss

Verinder followed me out into the corridor.

"They seem to be in a conspiracy to persecute you," she said. "What does

it mean?"

"Only the protest of the world, Miss Verinder--on a very small

scale--against anything that is new."

"What are we to do with Mrs. Merridew?"

"Tell her the explosion will take place at nine to-morrow morning."

"So as to send her to bed?"

"Yes--so as to send her to bed."