. Richard Savage : a romance of real life . the way, doubtless/ said I. It is very Sinclair keeps his purse, and you yourhonesty. Nay, nay, too hard—too hard— cried thefellow—and he arose. I assure you, MissWilfred might, perhaps, never have knownthat it was not a bond fide marriage. Thatwould have depended upon her after-conduct;and it was upon that contingency I spoke,when I hinted of the money. Was not everything managed in the most respectful manner ?Had we not a very decent woman to attendupon her during the ceremony—Mrs. Some-thing—I forget her name, who was with her tillyou bro
. Richard Savage : a romance of real life . the way, doubtless/ said I. It is very Sinclair keeps his purse, and you yourhonesty. Nay, nay, too hard—too hard— cried thefellow—and he arose. I assure you, MissWilfred might, perhaps, never have knownthat it was not a bond fide marriage. Thatwould have depended upon her after-conduct;and it was upon that contingency I spoke,when I hinted of the money. Was not everything managed in the most respectful manner ?Had we not a very decent woman to attendupon her during the ceremony—Mrs. Some-thing—I forget her name, who was with her tillyou broke in upon us ? ^^ What do you mean ? there was no womanin the room.* She ran into the inner room and lockedherself in when she heard it was you. Sheappears to know you^ Mr, Savage, and vowsvengeance against you; but she wont say forwhat. I was surprised at this, but could not bringmyself to question Lemery. ^ The woman does not know me/ said I, but probably hates me for marring a plot,upon the success of which her pay was, per-. RICHARD SAVAGE. 327 haps, to use your word, contingent. I hopeMr. Sinclair intends fairly by her. He willknow where to find me, should he want me,when he recovers. I follow you. Are we, then, to conclude that Mr. Mer-chant was the gentleman who told you ? saidhe, looking back, as he descended. ^^ I follow you, I say, Mr. Lemery,* I re-peated, tapping his shoulder with the end ofmy cane—^^ pray go down the stairs as you areaccustomed to do; if, indeed, you are moreused to descend stairs en your feet than bythe neck and shoulders. Be wary, Mr. Le-mery, Mr. Lemer}^ took the hint, and bidding megood morning with some precipitation, quicklyvanished. I could not help thinking it a little extra-ordinary that Sinclair should have despatch-ed his friend Lemery uj^on so sleeveless anerrand as he had just left with me. Hemust have felt how unreasonable it was toexpect me to satisfy his curiosity, and by doingso, to put him in the way of gratifying his
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