When she finally did take her own lover, it was not with a member of the household staff. He had not taken many steps when he perceived Quilt Arnold in the upper gallery, with a lamp in his hand. The old man Pottiswick, still grumbling, much to Melusine’s disgust, had gone on his errand to his daughter’s house some two miles distant. For it was but logical that she would seek a divorce on the ground that she had unknowingly married a fugitive from justice. “Go it, miss!” cried one. "Every inch of it," replied the woollen-draper. "I never told anybody," she went on. The tables were then cleared. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea.
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