Clumber chase; or, Love's riddle solved by a royal sphinxA tale of the restoration . tinate fit thereis no getting them out of it. Oh! well, well wait here till we get the tartout of it, and thats all I want, said Dorothy, 190 Clumber Chase, 1670. as she exchanged glances with the Kector, tonote how glibly the devil continued his old cus-tom of quoting Scripture to serve his own having told one of the kitchen maids toopen the oven, she found it was perfectly at theright temperature ; so that another quarter of anhour saw the chef cTceuvre of poor Bridget bakedto a degree of nicety tha
Clumber chase; or, Love's riddle solved by a royal sphinxA tale of the restoration . tinate fit thereis no getting them out of it. Oh! well, well wait here till we get the tartout of it, and thats all I want, said Dorothy, 190 Clumber Chase, 1670. as she exchanged glances with the Kector, tonote how glibly the devil continued his old cus-tom of quoting Scripture to serve his own having told one of the kitchen maids toopen the oven, she found it was perfectly at theright temperature ; so that another quarter of anhour saw the chef cTceuvre of poor Bridget bakedto a degree of nicety that excited anything butMrs. Ruffles approbation ; and Bridget, far moreelated than if she had been the bearer of thecrown on a velvet cushion at a coronation, carriedthe dish in triumph down to the lodge, accom-panied by the kind-hearted Rector. While poorDorothy was thankful to regain her own room,and have one good unrestrained cry before sherejoined her mother at dinner, armed cap a pie inher stoicism. Oh! that dreadful stoicism, whenit is only external! 1670. Clumber Chase, 191. CHAPTER IX. TRYING TO BEAR IT. OOR Dorothy passed the first of manysleepless nights, and of that terribleintermitting fever, incertitude,whose paroxysms are despair. Alive!Surely Gilbert would have made some sign toher ? Then, again, she anchored upon the cer-tainty of his disappearance being some unfathom-able plot of Sir Allens, despite his pretended in-dignation and anxiety, for given an inveteratemanoeuverer, deceiver and hypocrite, in whomthe truth is not, even when compelled by circum-stances, or drifted by accident, into telling theexact truth, they of course never can obtain aparticle of credence from anyone. Upon thislatter hypothesis of Gilbert having been secretedby his father, his silence became perfectly intel-ligible, and in an inverse sense even satisfactory,for of course he would be too closely and cruellywatched by such a jailor to admit of his convey-ing the slightest intelligence to
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