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Don't you think it is time to go to rehearsal, Miss
Hebe? You will be fined if you are later"--and he gave the young lady a
look, which intimated that they had much better leave the room and the
two elders together.
At this order Miss Hebe took up her bonnet and shawl, looking uncommonly
pretty, good-humoured, and smiling: and Bows gathered up his roll of
papers, and hobbled across the room for his hat and cane.
"Must you go?" said the Major. "Can't you give us a few minutes more,
Miss Fotheringay? Before you leave us, permit an old fellow to shake you
by the hand, and believe that I am proud to have had the honour of making
your acquaintance, and am most sincerely anxious to be your friend."
Miss Fotheringay made a low curtsey at the conclusion of this gallant
speech, and the Major followed her retreating steps to the door, where he
squeezed her hand with the kindest and most paternal pressure. Bows was
puzzled with this exhibition of cordiality: "The lad's relatives can't be
really wanting to marry him to her," he thought--and so they departed.


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