Vane, madam, made use of an
expression which caused a momentary pang. He called this a den of
iniquity. Now this is my studio! But never mind."
Mr. Vane asked his pardon for so absurd an error, and the pair left
Triplet in all the enjoyment which does come now and then to an honest
man, whether this dirty little world will or not.
A coach was called and they went home to Bloomsbury. Few words were said;
but the repentant husband often silently pressed this angel to his bosom,
and the tears which found their way to her beautiful eyelashes were tears
of joy.
This weakish, and consequently villainous, though not ill-disposed person
would have gone down to Willoughby that night; but his wife had great
good sense. She would not take her husband off, like a school-boy caught
out of bounds. She begged him to stay while she made certain purchases;
but, for all that, her heart burned to be at home. So in less than a week
after the events we have related they left London.
Meantime, every day Mrs. Vane paid a quiet visit to Mrs. Woffington (for
some days the actress admitted no other visitor), and was with her but
two hours before she left London. On that occasion she found her very
sad.
"I shall never see you again in this world," said she; "but I beg of you
to write to me, that my mind may be in contact with yours."
She then asked Mabel, in her half-sorrowful, half-bitter way, how many
months it would be ere she was forgotten.
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