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'If we had a chair here, and could move him at once,' the smug gentleman

whispered, 'I think we might do.' 'I have a chair. It is at the gate,' his colleague answered.

'Have you? A good thought of yours!'

'The credit should lie--with my employer,' the younger man answered in a

low voice. 'It was his thought; here it comes. Sir George, will you be

good enough--' But then, seeing the baronet's look of mute anxiety, he

broke off. 'It is dangerous, but there is hope--fair hope,' he answered.

'Do you, my dear sir, go to your inn, and I will send thither when he is

safely housed. You can do no good here, and your presence may excite him

when he recovers from the swoon.'

Sir George, seeing the wisdom of the advice, nodded assent; and

remarking for the first time the sensation of which he was the centre,

was glad to make the best of his way towards the gates. He had barely

reached them--without shaking off a knot of the more curious, who still

hung on his footsteps--when Lord Almeric, breathless and agitated, came

up with him.

'You are for France, I suppose?' his lordship panted. And then, without

waiting for an answer: 'What would you advise me to do?' he babbled.

'Eh? What do you think? It will be the devil and all for me, you know.' Sir George looked askance at him, contempt in his eye. 'I cannot advise

you,' he said. 'For my part, my lord, I remain here.' His lordship was quite taken aback. 'No, you don't?' he said. 'Remain here!--You don't mean it,'

'I usually mean--what I say,' Soane answered in a tone that he thought

must close the conversation.

But Lord Almeric kept up with him. 'Ay, but will you?' he babbled in

vacuous admiration. 'Will you really stay here? Now that is uncommon

bold of you! I should not have thought of that--of staying here, I mean.

I should go to France till the thing blew over. I don't know that I

shall not do so now. Don't you think I should be wise, Sir George? My

position, you know. It is uncommon low, is a trial, and--'

Sir George halted so abruptly that will-he, nill-he, the other went on a

few paces. 'My lord, you should know your own affairs best,' he said in

a freezing tone. 'And, as I desire to be alone, I wish your lordship a

very good day.' My lord had never been so much astonished in his life. 'Oh, good

morning,' he said, staring vacantly, 'good morning!' but by the time he

had framed the words, Sir George was a dozen paces away.