les, sighs, and all that
sort of thing, you know."
"Well, now, old chap, there's one thing I want you to do for me."
"Well, what is it?"
"It isn't much, old fellow. It isn't much. I simply wish you to visit
there."
"_Me_?--visit _there_? What! me--and visit? Why, my dear fellow, don't
you know how I hate such bother?"
"I know all about that; but, old boy, it's only for a few weeks I ask
it, and for my sake, as a particular favor. I put it in that light."
"Oh, well, really, dear boy, if you put it in that light, you know, of
course, that I'll do any thing, even if it comes to letting myself be
bored to death."
"Just a visit a day or so."
"A visit a day!" Hawbury looked aghast.
"It isn't much to ask, you know," continued Dacres. "You see my reason
is this: I can't go there myself, as you see, but I hunger to hear
about her. I should like to hear how she looks, and what she says, and
whether she thinks of me."
"Oh, come now! look here, my dear fellow, you're putting it a little
too strong. You don't expect me to go there and talk to her about you,
you know. Why, man alive, that's quite out of my way. I'm not much of
a talker at any time; and besides, you know, there's something
distasteful in acting as--as--By Jove! I don't know what to call it."
"My dear boy, you don't understand me. Do you think I'm a sneak? Do
you suppose I'd ask you to act as a go-between? Nonsense! I merely ask
you to go as a cursory visitor. I don't want you to breathe my name,
or even think of me while you are there."
"But suppose I make myself too agreeable to the young lady. By Jove!
she might think I was paying her attentions, you know."
"Oh no, no! believe me, you don't know her. She's too earnest; she has
too much soul to shift and change. Oh no! I feel that she is mine, and
that the image of my own miserable self is indelibly impressed upon
her heart. Oh no! you don't know her. If you had heard her thrilling
expressions of gratitude, if you had seen the beseeching and pleading
looks which she gave me, you would know that she is one of those
natures who love once, and once only."
"Oh, by Jove, now! Come! If that's the 'state of the case, why, I'll
go."
"Thanks, old boy."
"As a simple visitor."
"Yes--that's all."
"To talk about the weather, and that rot."
"Yes."
"And no more."
"No."
"Not a word about you."
"Not a word."
"No leading questions, and that sort of thing."
"Nothing of the k
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