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Sir George complied, and, nodding to the servants, walked back to the

woman. As he reached her the carriage with its lights whirled away, and

left them in darkness.

Soane wondered if he were not a fool for his pains, and advanced a step

nearer to conviction when the woman with an impatient 'Come!' started

along the road; moving at a smart pace in the direction which the

chariot had taken, and betraying so little shyness or timidity as to

seem unconscious of his company. The neighbourhood of Oxford is low and

flat, and except where a few lights marked the outskirts of the city a

wall of darkness shut them in, permitting nothing to be seen that lay

more than a few paces away. A grey drift of clouds, luminous in

comparison with the gloom about them, moved slowly overhead, and out of

the night the raving of a farm-dog or the creaking of a dry bough came

to the ear with melancholy effect.

The fine gentleman of that day had no taste for the wild, the rugged, or

the lonely. He lived too near the times when those words spelled danger.

He found at Almack's his most romantic scene, at Ranelagh his terra

incognita, in the gardens of Versailles his ideal of the charming and

picturesque. Sir George, no exception to the rule, shivered as he looked

round. He began to experience a revulsion of spirits; and to consider

that, for a gentleman who owned Lord Chatham for a patron, and was even

now on his roundabout way to join that minister--for a gentleman whose

fortune, though crippled and impaired, was still tolerable, and who,

where it had suffered, might look with confidence to see it made good at

the public expense--or to what end patrons or ministers?--he began to

reflect, I say, that for such an one to exchange a peer's coach and good

company for a night trudge at a woman's heels was a folly, better

befitting a boy at school than a man of his years. Not that he had ever

been so wild as to contemplate anything serious; or from the first had

entertained the most remote intention of brawling in an unknown cause.

That was an extravagance beyond him; and he doubted if the girl really

had it in her mind. The only adventure he had proposed, when he left

the carriage, was one of gallantry; it was the only adventure then in

vogue. And for that, now the time was come, and the incognita and he

were as much alone as the most ardent lover could wish, he felt

singularly disinclined.