But keep the door fast, my good old friend,
and admit no strangers, but those who can tell you La Masque is
dead!"
With which parting piece of advice Sir Norman left the house, and
joined George, who sat like an effigy before the door, in a state
of great mental wrath, and who accosted him rather suddenly the
moment be made his appearance.
"I tell you what, Sir Norman Kingsley, if you have many more
morning calls to make, I shall beg leave to take my departure.
As it is, I know we are behind time, and his ma - the count, I
mean, is not one who it accustomed or inclined to be kept
waiting."
"I am quite at your service now," said Sir Norman, springing on
horseback; "so away with you, quick as you like."
George wanted no second order. Before the words were well out of
his companion's mouth, he was dashing away like a bolt from a
bow, as furiously as if on a steeple-chase, with Sir Norman close
at his heels; and they rode, flushed and breathless, with their
steeds all a foaming, into the court-yard of the royal palace at
Whitehall, just as the early rising sun was showing his florid
and burning visage above the horizon.
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