I'll manage that. You won't have to say a word. Only
listen to what I say, and don't make a liar of me. He is better
already."
"How will this end?" cried Lady Bassett, helplessly. "What shall I do?"
"You must go downstairs, and not come here for an hour at least, or
you'll spoil my work. Mr. Angelo is in the drawing-room."
"I will go to him."
Lady Bassett slipped out by the other door, and it was three hours,
instead of one, before she returned.
For the first time in her life she was afraid to face her husband.
CHAPTER XIX.
MEANTIME Mary Wells had a long conversation with her master; and after
that she retired into the adjoining room, and sat down to sew
baby-linen clandestinely.
After a considerable tune Lady Bassett came in, and, sinking into a
chair, covered her face with her hands. She had her bonnet on.
Mary Wells looked at her with black eyes that flashed triumph.
After so surveying her for some time she said: "I have been at him
again, and there's a change for the better already. He is not the same
man. You go and see else."
Lady Bassett now obeyed her servant: she rose and crept like a culprit
into Sir Charles's room. She found him clean shaved, dressed to
perfection, and looking more cheerful than she had seen him for many a
long day.
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