"
"Tell her? Tell whom? What are you talking about? Hang it,
man!" exclaimed Sir Norman, getting somewhat excited and profane,
"what are you driving at? Can't you speak out and tell me at
once?"
"I have told you!" said Ormiston, testily: "and I tell you again,
she sent me in search of you, and if you don't choose to come,
that's your own affair, and not mine."
This was a little too mach for Sir Norman's overwrought feelings,
and in the last degree of exasperation, he laid violent hands on
the collar of Ormiston's doublet let, and shook him as if be
would have shaken the name out with a jerk.
"I tell you what it is, Ormiston, you had better not aggravate
me! I can stand a good deal, but I'm not exactly Moses or Job,
and you had better mind what you're at. If you don't come to the
point at once, and tell me who I she is, I'll throttle you where
you stand; and so give you warning."
Half-indignant, and wholly laughing, Ormiston stepped back out of
the way of his excited friend.
"I cry you mercy! In one word, then, I have been dispatched by a
lady in search of you, and that lady is - Leoline."
It has always been one of the inscrutable mysteries in natural
philosophy that I never could fathom, why men do not faint.
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