The Argosy — page 115: what you’re looking at

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100 The Story of Charles Strange. Getting into the cab, Lord Level was whirled away. Sanders closed the house-door. And Blanche, ascending the stairs to her chamber, in the slow manner we are apt to assume after experiencing some unexpected check, and untying her bonnet as she went up, came upon her maid, Timms. ‘Timms appeared to be in trouble: her face was gloomy and wet with tears. ‘‘ What is the matter?” exclaimed her mistress. “ My lady, I can’t understand it. My belief is she has sfo/e it, and nothing less. But for that dreadful sea-passage, there and back, I’d go over myself to-day, if your ladyship would spare me.” _ ‘‘ Now, Timms, what are you talking about?” “Why, of the box, my lady. I was that vexed at its being left behind that I scribbled a few lines to Victorine from Dover, telling her to get Sauvage not to delay in sending it on. And I’ve got her answer this morning, denying that any box has been left. Leastways, saying that she can’t see it.” While Timms was speaking, she had pulled a note out of her pocket, and offered it to her mistress. It was from their late chambermaid, and written in curious English for Timms’ benefit, who was no French scholar, and it certainly denied that the box inquired for, or any other box, had been left behind, so far as she, Victorine, could ascertain. When departing from Paris three days before, Timms counting over the luggage with Sanders discovered at the station that one of the boxes was missing, left behind in their apartments by her own carelessness. ‘The train was on the point of starting, and there was no time to return; but Lord Level despatched a message by a commissionnaire to the concierge, Sauvage, to send it on to London by grande vitesse. ‘The box contained wearing apparel belonging to Lady Level, and amidst it a certain dark silk dress, which Timms had long coveted. Altogether she was in a state of melancholy self- reproach, and had written to Victorine from Dover, urging speed. Victorine’s answer, delivered this morning, had completely upset Timms. Lady Level laughed gaily. ‘‘ Cheer up, Timms,” she said, ‘‘ the box is on its road. His lordship has had a letter from Madame Sauvage this morning.” The concierge himself was no scribe, and his wife always did the writing for him. Timms dashed her tears away. ‘‘Oh, my lady, how thankful I am! What could Victorine mean, I wonder? When was the box sent off? Does your ladyship know ?” ‘ No—o. I—don’t know what the letter does say,” added Lady Level, calling to mind that she was, as yet, ignorant of its contents. **T forgot all about it after Lord Level opened it.” Timms did not quite comprehend. ‘“ But—I beg your pardon, my lady—I suppose Mme. Sauvage does say they have sent it oft 2” ECORNIELIIOO KS, EO) m