Lecount to manage for the next ten days."
"I wish Lecount was at the bottom of the German Ocean!" exclaimed Noel
Vanstone, fervently. "It's all very well for you to manage her--you
don't live in the house. What am I to do?"
"I'll tell you to-morrow," said the captain. "Go out for your walk
alone, and drop in here, as you dropped in to-day, at two o'clock. In
the meantime, don't forget those things I want you to send me. Seal
them up together in a large envelope. When you have done that, ask Mrs.
Lecount to walk out with you as usual; and while she is upstairs
putting her bonnet on, send the servant across to me. You understand?
Good-morning."
An hour afterward, the sealed envelope, with its inclosures, reached
Captain Wragge in perfect safety. The double task of exactly imitating a
strange handwriting, and accurately copying words written in a language
with which he was but slightly acquainted, presented more difficulties
to be overcome than the captain had anticipated. It was eleven
o'clock before the employment which he had undertaken was successfully
completed, and the letter to Zurich ready for the post.
Before going to bed, he walked out on the deserted Parade to breathe the
cool night air.
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