"
"Or as I," said Sewell.
"I'm thankful I haven't, then," said his wife. "It seems to me that
there's nothing else of him. As to his noble behaviour, it isn't
possible you believe those newspaper accounts? He didn't save any
one's life; there was no danger!"
Miss Vane, preoccupied with her own ideal of the facts, stared at
her without replying, and then turned to Sewell.
"I want to find him and ask him to stay with me till he can get
something else to do." Sewell's eyebrows arched themselves
involuntarily. "Sibyl has gone to New York for a fortnight; I shall
be quite alone in the house, and I shall be very glad of his
company," she explained to the eyebrows, while ignoring them. Her
chin quivered a little, as she added, "I shall be _proud_ of
his company. I wish him to understand that he is my _guest._"
"I suppose I shall see him soon," said Sewell, "and I will give him
your message."
"Will you tell him," persisted Miss Vane, a little hysterically,
"that if he is in any way embarrassed, I insist upon his coming to
me immediately--at _once?_"
Sewell smiled, "Yes."
"I know that I'm rather ridiculous," said Miss Vane, smiling in
sympathy, "and I don't blame Mrs. Sewell for not entering into my
feelings. Nobody could, who hadn't felt the peculiar Lemuel
glamour."
"I don't imagine he's embarrassed in any way," said Sewell.
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