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MEMOIES OF JOSEPH GKRIMA1DI. 83
astonished the speaker, but wMch he eventually attributed to
concentrated rage. After he had finished Ms speech, the former quietly said, "Will you favour me by coming here at Time o'clock to-morrow morning, sir?"
" Most certainly," was the reply.
, "Allow me, however, at once," continued Mr. Hughes, "to
express my thanks for your kindness in informing me of that wMch so nearly concerns my domestic happiness. Will you take a glass of madeira?"
"I thank you, sir," answered the other.
The wine was brought and drunk, and the friend departed,
congratulating himself, as he walked away, upon having " settled Joe's business;" wMch indeed he had, but not after the fasMon he expected or intended.
As to Grimaldi, he was up with the lark, arranging the
machinery and making it look and work to the best advantage; in wMch having siicceeded to Ms heart's content, he put the models he had promised Mr. Hughes into Ms pocket, and walked down to Ms house to breakfast, agreeably to the arrangement of the night before.
Upon Ms arrival, he was told that breakfast was not quite
ready, and likewise that Mr. Hughes wished to see him imme- diately in the treasury, where he was then awaiting Ms arrival. There was something in the manner of the servant-girl (the same, by-the-by, who had told of the kissing), as she said tMs, wMch induced Mm involuntarily to fear some ill, and, without knowing exactly why, he began to apprehend those thousand and one impossible, or at least improbable, evils, the dread of wMch torments the man nervously afraid of losing some treasure upon the possession of wMch Ms happiness depends.
" Is Mr. Hughes alone ?" he asked.
"No, sir," answered the girl: "there is a gentleman with
him;"—and then she mentioned a name wMch increased Ms apprehensions. However, plucking up all Ms courage, he ad- G 2 |
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