the regeneration of the streets of London, and the
profession of moral-scavenger, aunt? I assure you I have served a
month's apprenticeship with him. We sally forth on the tenth hour of the
night. A female passes. I hear him groan. 'Is she one of them, Adrian?'
I am compelled to admit she is not the saint he deems it the portion
of every creature wearing petticoats to be. Another groan; an evident
internal, 'It cannot be--and yet!'...that we hear on the stage. Rollings
of eyes: impious questionings of the Creator of the universe; savage
mutterings against brutal males; and then we meet a second young person,
and repeat the performance--of which I am rather tired. It would be all
very well, but he turns upon me, and lectures me because I don't hire a
house, and furnish it for all the women one meets to live in in purity.
Now that's too much to ask of a quiet man. Master Thompson has latterly
relieved me, I'm happy to say."
Mrs. Doria thought her thoughts.
"Has Austin written to you since you were in town?"
"Not an Aphorism!" returned Adrian.
"I must see Richard to-morrow morning," Mrs. Doria ended the colloquy by
saying.
The result of her interview with her nephew was, that Richard made no
allusion to a departure on the Tuesday; and for many days afterward he
appeared to have an absorbing business on his hands: but what it was
Adrian did not then learn, and his admiration of Mrs. Doria's genius for
management rose to a very high pitch.
On a morning in October they had an early visitor in the person of the
Hon. Peter, whom they had not seen for a week or more.
"Gentlemen," he said, flourishing his cane in his most affable manner,
"I've come to propose to you to join us in a little dinner-party at
Richmond. Nobody's in town, you know. London's as dead as a stock-fish.
Nothing but the scrapings to offer you. But the weather's fine: I
flatter myself you'll find the company agreeable, What says my friend
Feverel?"
Richard begged to be excused.
"No, no: positively you must come," said the Hon. Peter. "I've had
some trouble to get them together to relieve the dulness of your
incarceration. Richmond's within the rules of your prison. You can be
back by night. Moonlight on the water--lovely woman. We've engaged a
city-barge to pull us back. Eight oars--I'm not sure it isn't sixteen.
Come--the word!"
Adrian was for going. Richard said he had an appointment with Ripton.
"You're in for another rick, you two
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