"Because he doesn't mean a word he says," put in Fanny Dover, uneasy at
the long cessation of her tongue, for all conversation with Don Cigar had
proved impracticable.
"Are you there still, my Lady Disdain?" said Vizard. "I thought you were
gone to bed."
"You might well think that. I had nothing to keep me up."
Said Zoe, rather smartly, "Oh, yes, you had--Curiosity;" then, turning to
her brother, "In short, you make your mind quite easy. You have lent your
money, or given it, to a worthy person, but a little wrong-headed.
However"--with a telegraphic glance at Severne--"she is very
accomplished; a linguist: she need never be in want; and she will soon
have her mother to help her and advise her. Perhaps Mrs. Gale has an
income; if not, Miss Gale, with her abilities, will easily find a place
in some house of business, or else take to teaching. If I was them, I
would set up a school."
Unanimity is rare in this world; but Zoe's good sense carried every vote.
Her prompter, Severne, nodded approval. Fanny said, "Why, of course;" and
Vizard, who it was feared might prove refractory, assented even more
warmly than the others.
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