," said the brisk young
clerk. They had treated me with great respect of late, for, indeed,
our claim was steadily growing in weight, and was sure to come right
before long. I opened and read:
"The missing paper is found on this side of the Atlantic--what you
have been rummaging for all winter on the other. A trusty messenger
sails at once, and will report himself to you."
"At once!" Well, there's only a few days' delay, at most. Perhaps it's
young Bunker. He can take the case and end it: anybody can end it now.
And my heart was light. "A few days," I said to myself as I ran up the
steps in Clarges street.
"Miss Fanny at home?" to the man, or rather to the member of
Parliament, who opened the door--"Miss Meyrick, I mean."
"Yes, sir--in the drawing-room, sir;" and he announced me with a
flourish.
Fanny sat in the window. She might have been looking out for me, for
on my entrance she parted the crimson curtains and came forward.
Again the clear glow in her cheek, the self-possessed Fanny of old.
"Charlie," she began impetuously, "I have been thinking over shipboard
and Father Shamrock, and all. You didn't think then--did you?--that I
cared so very much for you? I am so glad that the Father bewitched me
as he did, for I can remember no foolishness on my part to you,
sir--none at all.
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