'But,' cried Albinia, breaking into the midst, 'who or what are we,
ungrateful monsters, never to have thought of the man who caught that
dreadful horse!'
'You shall see him as soon as you are strong enough,' said Mr.
Kendal; 'your brother and I have been with him.'
'Oh, I am glad; I could not rest if he had not been thanked. And can
anything be done for him? What is he? I thought he was a
gentleman.'
Maurice smiled, and Mr. Kendal answered, 'Yes, he is Mr. Goldsmith's
nephew, and I am pleased to find that he is a connexion of your
brother.'
'One of the O'Mores,' cried Albinia. 'Oh, Maurice, is it really one
of Winifred's O'Mores?'
'Even so,' replied Mr. Ferrars; the very last person I should have
expected to meet on the banks of the Baye! It was that clever son of
the captain's for whose education Mr. Goldsmith paid, and it seems
had sent for, to consider of his future destination. He only arrived
yesterday.'
'A very fine young man,' said Mr. Kendal. 'I was particularly pleased
with his manner, and it was an act of great presence of mind and
dexterity.'
'It is all a maze and mystery to me,' said Albinia; 'do tell me all
about it. I can't make out how the horse came there.'
'I understood that young Dusautoy was calling here,' said Mr. Kendal;
'I wondered at even his coolness in coming in by that way, and at
your letting him in.'
'I saw nothing of him,' said Albinia.
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