But I will warn the police if you
feel anxious."
"By no means. We must not show ourselves inferior to him in courage,
which is, I suppose, his cardinal virtue."
"If you write the note now, I will post it for you."
"No, thank you. I will send it with my other letters."
Lucian would rather have waited; but she would not write while he
was there. So he left, satisfied on the whole with the success of
his mission. When he was gone, she took a pen, endorsed his draft
neatly, placed it in a drawer, and wrote to Cashel thus:
"Dear Mr. Cashel Byron,--I have just discovered your secret. I am
sorry; but you must not come again. Farewell. Yours faithfully,
"Lydia Carew."
Lydia kept this note by her until next morning, when she read it
through carefully. She then sent Bashville to the post with it.
CHAPTER IX
Cashel's pupils frequently requested him to hit them hard--not to
play with them--to accustom them to regular, right down, severe
hitting, and no nonsense. He only pretended to comply; for he knew
that a black eye or loosened tooth would be immoderately boasted of
if received in combat with a famous pugilist, and that the
sufferer's friends would make private notes to avoid so rough a
professor.
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