I don′t know what to think; and to tell you the truth, I don′t care now. It′s a great relief. His self-love deceived him, I suppose. Perhaps the young lady coquetted a little. The evidence would seem to point that way. Alfred not arrived?′
′Not yet,′ said Mr. Craggs. ′Expected every minute.′
′Good.′ Mr. Snitchey wiped his forehead again. ′It′s a great relief. I haven′t been so nervous since we′ve been in partnership. I intend to spend the evening now, Mr. Craggs.′
Mrs. Craggs and Mrs. Snitchey joined them as he announced this intention. The Bird of Paradise was in a state of extreme vibration, and the little bells were ringing quite audibly.
′It has been the theme of general comment, Mr. Snitchey,′ said Mrs. Snitchey. ′I hope the office is satisfied.′
′Satisfied with what, my dear?′ asked Mr. Snitchey.
′With the exposure of a defenceless woman to ridicule and remark,′ returned his wife. ′That is quite in the way of the office, THAT is.′
′I really, myself,′ said Mrs. Craggs, ′have been so long accustomed to connect the office with everything opposed to domesticity, that I am glad to know it as the avowed enemy of my peace. There is something honest in that, at all events.′
′My dear,′ urged Mr. Craggs, ′your good opinion is invaluable, but I never avowed that the office was the enemy of your peace.′
′No,′ said Mrs. Craggs, ringing a perfect peal upon the little bells. ′Not you, indeed. You wouldn′t be worthy of the office, if you had the candour to.′
′As to my having been away to-night, my dear,′ said Mr. Snitchey, giving her his arm, ′the deprivation has been mine, I′m sure; but, as Mr. Craggs knows - ′
Mrs. Snitchey cut this reference very short by hitching her husband to a distance, and asking him to look at that man. To do her the favour to look at him!
′At which man, my dear?′ said Mr. Snitchey.
′Your chosen companion; I′M no companion to you, Mr. Snitchey.′
′Yes, yes, you are, my dear,′ he interposed.
′No, no, I′m not,′ said Mrs. Snitchey with a majestic smile. ′I know my station. Will you look at your chosen companion, Mr. Snitchey; at your referee, at the keeper of your secrets, at the man you trust; at your other self, in short?′
The habitual association of Self with Craggs, occasioned Mr. Snitchey to look in that direction.
′If you can look that man in the eye this night,′ said Mrs. Snitchey, ′and not know that you are deluded, practised upon, made the victim of his arts, and bent down prostrate to his will by some unaccountable fascination which it is impossible to explain and against which no warning of mine is of the least avail, all I can say is - I pity you!′
At the very same moment Mrs. Craggs was oracular on the cross subject.
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