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"No," said Lady Meg, speaking for the first time, "because I did not know if you had come by it honestly.","Life in death!" repeated Maurice, in puzzled tones. "And what do you mean by that mystical jargon, doctor?","If she's going to be a writer, she'll drop her dignified pose soon enough," predicted Elinor easily. "She'll be too much interested in other people and things to remember herself too vividly.","Oh, he has gone away!","Well, yes; but I can prove nothing against her.","We didn't many of us tell, you know," returned Elinor absently, with her eyes on Morgiana meekly following her master with the basket of fruit which was to be such a feature in her triumphant dance after the robbers had been boiled alive in their own panniers. "There's Margaret Howes. Isn't she lovely in that pomegranate and gold? What queer slippers she has—just like the ballet dancers. And there's Ali Baba with the forty thieves, all the portrait class men in a bunch.",For a whole week after the events already related, nothing new took place likely to alter the situation. Maurice and David remained coldly polite, and very watchful of one another; neither mentioned the name of Isabella, nor did the one or the other see the girl. Mrs. Dallas took care of that. Acting, no doubt, under the advice of Dido (for she had no will of her own), she kept Isabella within doors, and refused to allow her to communicate with Maurice. But, on the other hand, she did not force her to see David; and Isabella was thankful for the consideration.,"Nonsense! She likes Maurice herself," replied Isabella, uneasily. "Maurice wants our engagement kept quiet for the present, but when I do tell Major Jen and my mother, I am sure neither of them will object.",Hughes Junior chuckled, in a slightly embarrassed fashion.,"I believe she'll like it," declared Elinor, confidently. "She does so love variety—and she has entered into everything already with such a vim.","Ah, that is what we wish to find out," said the doctor, gravely. "But how do I know? Battersea may be the thief.","Yes, my mother was. So you see, major, she could not have dropped the handkerchief in the bedroom of poor dear Maurice.".