Waugh, who is going, will doubtless take you under her charge.
Would you like to go?"
"I had already intended to go," replied Jacquelina, without relaxing a
muscle of her face.
The professor nodded and left the room.
Soon after, Jacquelina sought her aunty, whom she found in the pantry,
mixing mince-meat.
"I say, aunty--"
"Well, Lapwing?"
"When Satan turns saint, suspicion is safe, is it not?"
"What do you mean, Lapwing?"
"Why, just now the professor came to me, politely apologized for his
late rudeness, and proposed that I should go with you to hear Mr.
Willcoxen's lecture, while he, the professor, goes to Leonardtown to
fulfill an engagement. I say, aunty, I sniff a plot, don't you?"
"I don't know what to make of it, Lapwing. Are you going?"
"Of course I am; I always intended to."
No more was said at the time.
Immediately after dinner Dr. Grimshaw ordered his horse, and saying that
he was going to Leonardtown and should not be back till the next day,
set forth.
And after an early tea, Mrs. Waugh and Jacquelina set out in the family
sleigh. A swift run over the hard, frozen snow brought them to Old
Fields, where they stopped a moment to pick up Marian, and then shooting
forward at the same rate of speed, they reached the lecture-room in full
time.
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