"No, I mean to reward you for taking my advice.
Don't you say a word to _her._ It will come better from me. I'll let her
know what you are gone for; and she is just the girl to be upon honor,
and ever so much cooler to Lord Uxmoor because you are unhappy, but have
gone away trusting her."
And his artful ally kept her word. She went into Zoe's room before dinner
to have it out with her.
In the evening Severne told Vizard he must go up to London for a day or
two.
"All right," said Vizard. "Tell some of them to order the dog-cart for
your train."
But Zoe took occasion to ask him for how long, and murmured, "Remember
how we shall miss you," with such a look that he was in Elysium that
evening.
But at night he packed his bag for Homburg, and that chilled him. He lay
slumbering all night, but not sleeping, and waking with starts and a
sense of horror.
At breakfast, after reading his letters, Vizard asked him what train he
would go by.
He said, the one o'clock.
"All right," said Vizard. Then he rang the bell, countermanded the
dog-cart, and ordered the barouche.
"A barouche for me!" said Severne. "Why, I am not going to take the
ladies to the station.
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