CHAPTER XLV.
CONCERNING A LITTLE REHEARSAL IN CAPTAIN CLUFFE'S, LODGING, AND A
CERTAIN CONFIDENCE BETWEEN DR. STURK AND MR. DANGERFIELD.
Mrs. Sturk, though very quiet, was an active little body, with a gentle,
anxious face. She was up and about very early, and ran down to the
King's House, to ask Mrs. Colonel Stafford, who was very kind to her,
and a patroness of Sturk's, to execute a little commission for her in
Dublin, as she understood she was going into town that day, and the
doctor's horse had gone lame, and was in the hands of the farrier. So
the good lady undertook it, and offered a seat in her carriage to Dr.
Sturk, should his business call him to town. The carriage would be at
the door at half-past eleven.
And as she trotted home--for her Barney's breakfast-hour was drawing
nigh--whom should she encounter upon the road, just outside the town,
but their grim spectacled benefactor, Dangerfield, accompanied by, and
talking in his usual short way to Nutter, the arch enemy, who, to say
truth, looked confoundedly black and she heard the silver spectacles
say, ''Tis, you understand, my own thoughts _only_ I speak, Mr.
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