For the rest, let them go--they are fiends!"
"Thee has a very flushed and hot cheek, Miriam, now that I see thee
closely and touch thy face"--doing so lightly with the back of her hand
as she spoke. "A bowl of sage-tea would, no doubt, be of service to
thee; shall I--"
"Oh, no, Mrs. Jessup; I never could drink that wise stuff in the world.
I have just had a good supper, and am excited, that is all. Jenny will
tell you what she overheard concerning my escape of to-night, and that
will account for all."
"Good-night, then, Miriam; may the Lord have thee in his care this
night"--and she withdrew, followed by Jenny, eager, no doubt, to
commence the recital of my adventure, or to hear what more Captain
Wentworth and Dr. Pemberton had to say on the subject.
It was nearly daylight when they parted, one to snatch a few hours of
needful slumber before setting out on his professional tour, the other
to go at once to the officers of justice, and, at the very earliest hour
possible, obtain the authority to arrest the brace of arch-conspirators,
still protected by the shadows of the dawn.
For Justice has its time of sleeping and waking in large cities, and
will not be denied its meals, its hours of rest, and even recreation. So
it was seven o'clock in the cold November morning before the proper
ceremonials could be accomplished which placed it in the power of
Wentworth to arraign Basil Bainrothe and Luke Gregory.
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