The Argosy — page 128: what you’re looking at

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Verena Fountaine’s Rebellion. 115 In making this promise, Miss Verena Fontaine probably did not understand the exigencies on a chief mate’s time when a ship is getting ready for sea. To rush up from the docks at the midday hour, and rush back again in time for work, was not practicable. Pym had done it once; he could not do it twice. ‘Therefore, the only time to be seized upon was after six o’clock, when the Lose of Delhi was left to herself and her watchman for the night, and the dock gates were shut. This brought it, you see, to about seven o’clock, before Pym could be hovering, like a wandering ghost, up and.down the Marylebone Road; for he had to go to his lodgings in Ship Street first and put himself to rights after his day’s work, to say nothing of drinking his tea. And seven o’clock was Miss Verena Fontaine’s dinner hour. Sir Dace Fontaine’s mode of dining was elaborate; and, what with the side-dishes, the puddings and the dessert, it was never over much before nine o’clock. For two days Verena made her dinner at luncheon. Late dining did not agree with her, she told Coralie, and she should prefer some tea in her room. Coralie watched, and saw her come stealing in each night soon after nine. Until that hour, she had promenaded with Edward Pym in the bustling lighted streets, or in the quieter walks of the Regent’s Park. On the third day, Sir Dace told her that she must be in her place at the dinner-table. Verena wondered whether the order emanated from his arbitrary temper, or whether he had any suspicion. So, that evening she dined as usual; and when she and Coralie went into the drawing-room at eight o’clock, she said her. head ached, and she should go to bed. That night there was an explosion. Docked of an hour at the beginning of their interview, the two lovers made out for it by linger- ing together an hour longer at the end of it. It was striking ten when Verena came in, and found herself confronted by her father. Verena gave Coralie the credit of betraying her, but in that she was wrong. Sir Dace—he might have had his suspicions—suddenly called for a particular duet that was a favourite with his daughters, bade Coralie look it out, and sent up for Verena to come down and sing it. Miss Verena was not to be found, so could not obey. Sir Dace, I say, met her on the stairs as she came in. He put his hand on her shoulder to turn her footsteps to the drawing-room, and shut the door. Then came the explosion. Verena did not deny that she had been out with Pym. And Sir Dace, in very undrawing room-like language, swore that she should see Pym no morte. “We have done no harm, papa. We have been to Madame Tussaud’s.”’ * Listen to me, Verena. Attempt to go outside this house again while that villain is in London, and I will carry you off, as I carried you from Crabb. You cannot beard me.” It was not pleasant to look at the face of Sir Dace as he said it. At these moments of excitement, it would take a dark tinge under- SS (CO) COMIC OOO