"
These pretty little lamentations of youth were interrupted by Mr. Severne
slipping away from his friend, to try and recover lost ground.
He was coolly received by Zoe; then he looked dismayed, but affected not
to understand; then Zoe pinched Fanny, which meant "I don't choose to put
him on his defense; but I am dying to hear if he has anything to say."
Thereupon Fanny obeyed that significant pinch, and said, "Mr. Severne, my
cousin is not a woman of the world; she is a country girl, with
old-fashioned romantic notions that a man should be above telling fibs. I
have known her longer than you, and I see she can't understand your
passing off the gambling-table for a sick friend."
"Why, I never did," said he, as bold as brass.
"Mr. Severne!"
"Miss Dover, my sick friend was at 'The Golden Star.' That's a small
hotel in a different direction from the Kursaal. I was there from seven
o'clock till nine. You ask the waiter, if you don't believe me."
Fanny giggled at this inadvertent speech; but Zoe's feelings were too
deeply engaged to shoot fun flying. "Fanny" cried she, eagerly, "I heard
him tell the coachman to drive him to that very place, 'The Golden
Star.
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