''Tis mighty well,' said Dangerfield, politely; and he accompanied the
lady with the note and fifty guineas, made up in a little rouleau, fast
in her hand, across his little garden, and with--'A fine morning truly,'
and 'God bless you, Madam,' and one of his peculiar smiles, he let her
out through his little wicket on the high road. And so away went Mrs.
Sturk, scarce feeling the ground under her feet; and Giles Dangerfield,
carrying his white head very erect, with an approving conscience, and
his silver spectacles flashing through the leaves of his lilacs and
laburnums, returned to his parlour.
Mrs. Sturk, who could hardly keep from running, glided along at a
wonderful rate, wondering now and then how quickly the whole affair--so
awful as it seemed to her in magnitude--was managed. Dangerfield had
neither hurried her nor himself, and yet he despatched the matter and
got her away in less than five minutes.
In little more than a quarter of an hour after, Dr. Sturk descended his
door-steps in full costume, and marched down the street and passed the
artillery barrack, from his violated fortress, as it were, with colours
flying, drums beating, and ball in mouth.
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