a second family, it is no oneâs business but his.â
âExcept, perhaps, his wifeâs,â suggested Edmund. âThe Colonel, I hazard, is of Shakespeareâs opinion, that a man should take a younger than himself so that he can shape her to his liking.â
âHow old, do you imagine, is Mr Crabbe, Papa?â
âMy imagination, Kitty, has not been engaged by that question. Why do you ask?â
âWould you believe it,â said Catherine, âhe danced three times running with that Mrs Stapleton. Is she, do you think, setting her widowâs cap at him?â
âWhy not ask her, my love? Iâm sure she would be happy to confide in you.â
Sarah, jerking awake, said drowsily: âAm I dreaming? Or are the horses really running away with us?â
The same idea had occurred to her father. He had been every moment expecting a protest from his wife. They were going downhill at a brisk pace, and the carriage swayed alarmingly. It had been evident, at the setting out, that Harry Dawkinsâs entertainment inthe servantsâ quarters had lacked nothing that could make a man merry while his betters were enjoying the ball; and now, but half way home, snatches of tuneless song put the matter beyond doubt.
Mr Peacock shouted to him to stop. It took some time for the command to penetrate his understanding, but at last he pulled hard on the reins and flung himself back, lifting the horsesâ forelegs three feet from the ground.
âSit tight, girls,â said Mr Peacock, alighting. âIâll handle this ⦠Harry, whatâs come over you? Do you want to break all our necks?â
Harry met the inquiry with a beatific grin. He yammered a little but uttered no word.
âGet down, man. Iâll drive.â
âAll good fellows,â said Harry. âAll jolly good fellows.â His eyes closed. His mouth hung open. His head drooped.
âDisgraceful!â Mrs Peacock had joined her husband on the road. âI do believe the manâs drunk.â
âYour conjecture, my love, has much to commend it. Hi! Wake up. Youâre not in bed yet.â Prodding and shaking, he pulled the delinquent driver off his perch and set him, swaying precariously, on the ground. âShall we have him inside?â
âWith the girls! Certainly not.â
âCome along,â said Mr Peacock, taking his arm.
A glimmer of reason appeared in the fuddled eyes. âI dursnât, master. Not with the ladies. Twouldnât be right, look.â
âVery proper sentiment, Harry. It does you credit,â said Mr Peacock. He led him to the grass verge andpersuaded him, with less than no difficulty, to lie down. âSleep it off, boy. Itâs a warm night. Youâll come to no harm.â
Seeing his wife safely bestowed again, he picked up the reins and got into the driverâs seat.
âPoor Harry,â said Sarah, as they drove off. âWhat a surprise heâll get when he wakes up!â
âItâs a very shocking thing to happen,â Mrs Peacock declared. âI shall ask your father to dismiss him.â
âOh, Mama,â protested Catherine, âwould that be fair? Weâve had our fun. Why shouldnât he have his?â
âI am not in the habit of arguing with you, Catherine. You know that.â
âYes,â agreed Sarah. âKitty knows that, Mama.â
The journey continued in silence and without further incident. A quarter of an hour later they were home, and on their way to bed. At the head of the stairs, after the parents had gone to their room, the three girls lingered for a moment, all but overcome with sleepiness yet too excited to part without a few last words.
âHow did you get on with Captain Beckoning, Catherine?â Julia asked.
âOh, him!â Catherine made a grimace. âHe kissed me, under the cedar. But you neednât worry,â she added, answering Juliaâs
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