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"What!" cried Jen, with an expression of ferocious joy lighting up his face, "you have a warrant for the arrest of Etwald?",It was late, very late, before Mrs. Johnson realised it and shooed me home to get ready to go to the train along with the brass band and all the other welcomes.,"Catalepsy?" guessed Major Jen, giving his mustache a nervous twist.,Exhausted by the few words which he had spoken, Jaggard fell back on his pillows in a dead faint. Seeing that further conversation was impossible at the present moment, Jen left the patient to the tender attention of Anne, and withdrew to seek David. He found him in a melancholy mood, pacing up and down the lawn before the window of the smoking-room. On perceiving his guardian, Sarby turned pale, for he thought that Jen had come to continue their previous conversation, and so force his confidence. But the first words of the major at once undeceived him.,Mrs. Dallas was about to speak, when the negress silenced her with a look, and raised her head proudly.,"Well, major," said Mrs. Dallas, after the first greetings were over, "what did that wicked man say to you yesterday?","Then it must have been Battersea!" said Maurice, decidedly. "He is a friend of Dido's, and a pensioner of Isabella's. I'll find out if he stole the stick for the negress or for Dr. Etwald.",Elinor, taking Judith with her, had said a hasty farewell and hurried off to the Academy for her criticism in the night life, with promises to return as soon as possible.,David swore.,"Your own conscience!" he repeated, in disdain. "How can you talk in that manner? What excuse can you--","Mr. Sarby went out as soon as we discovered the loss, and he has not yet returned.","Well, we're turning another page of our lives," he said with a backward glance at the rooms where they had been so busy and so happy. "Who can say what will be written there?".