Crux. While I was wasting the last days of the week at the Grange,
the Tyrrels must have been making their arrangements for leaving London.
I have just come from Portland Place. The house is shut up, and the
family (Miss Vanstone, of course, included) left England yesterday, to
pass the season in Paris.
"Pray don't let yourself be annoyed by this little check at starting.
It is of no serious importance whatever. I have got the address at which
the Tyrrels are living, and I mean to cross the Channel after them by
the mail to-night. I shall find my opportunity in Paris just as soon as
I could have found it in London. The grass shall not grow under my feet,
I promise you. For once in my life, I will take Time as fiercely by the
forelock as if I was the most impetuous man in England; and, rely on
it, the moment I know the result, you shall know the result, too.
Affectionately yours,
"GEORGE BARTRAM."
II.
_From George Bartram to Miss Garth._
"Paris, April 13th.
"DEAR MISS GARTH--I have just written, with a heavy heart, to my uncle,
and I think I owe it to your kind interest in me not to omit writing
next to you.
"You will feel for my disappointment, I am sure, when I tell you, in the
fewest and plainest words, that Miss Vanstone has refused me.
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