"
"Will you oblige me with your address, doctor?" said the agent.
"Dr. Staines, Morley's Hotel."
And so they left Mayfair.
Rosa sighed and said, "Oh, the nice little place; and we have lost it
for two hundred pounds."
"Two hundred pounds is a great deal for us to throw away."
"Being near the Coles would soon have made that up to you: and such a
cosey little nest."
"Well the house will not run away."
"But somebody is sure to snap it up. It is a Bijou." She was
disappointed, and half inclined to pout. But she vented her feelings
in a letter to her beloved Florry, and appeared at dinner as sweet as
usual.
During dinner a note came from the agent, accepting Dr. Staine's offer.
He glozed the matter thus: he had persuaded the owner it was better
to take a good tenant at a moderate loss, than to let the Bijou be
uninhabited during the present rainy season. An assignment of
the lease--which contained the usual covenants--would be prepared
immediately, and Dr. Staines could have possession in forty-eight hours,
by paying the premium.
Rosa was delighted, and as soon as dinner was over, and the waiters
gone, she came and kissed Christopher.
He smiled, and said, "Well, you are pleased; that is the principal
thing.
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