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from, the railway station near; all the daily life of the district stirred with its ceaseless activity in every direction but one. The hours passedā ā€”and there was the house opposite still shut up, still void of any signs of human existence inside or out. The one object which had decided Magdalen on personally venturing herself in Vauxhall Walkā ā€”the object of studying the looks, manners and habits of Mrs. Lecount and her master from a post of observation known only to herselfā ā€”was thus far utterly defeated. After three hoursā€™ watching at the window, she had not even discovered enough to show her that the house was inhabited at all.

Shortly after six oā€™clock, the landlady disturbed Mrs. Wraggeā€™s studies by spreading the cloth for dinner. Magdalen placed herself at the table in a position which still enabled her to command the view from the window. Nothing happened. The dinner came to an end; Mrs. Wragge (lulled by the narcotic influence of annotating circulars, and eating and drinking with an appetite sharpened by the captainā€™s absence) withdrew to an armchair, and fell asleep in an attitude which would have caused her husband the acutest mental suffering; seven oā€™clock struck; the shadows of the summer evening lengthened stealthily on the gray pavement and the brown house-wallsā ā€”and still the closed door opposite remained shut; still the one window open showed nothing but the black blank of the room inside, lifeless and changeless as if that room had been a tomb.

Mrs. Wraggeā€™s meek snoring deepened in tone; the evening wore on drearily; it was close on eight oā€™clockā ā€”when an event happened at last. The street door opposite opened for the first time, and a woman appeared on the threshold.

Was the woman Mrs. Lecount? No. As she came nearer, her dress showed her to be a servant. She had a large door-key in her hand, and was evidently going out to perform an errand. Roused partly by curiosity, partly by the impulse of the moment, which urged her impetuous nature into action after the passive endurance of many hours past, Magdalen snatched up her bonnet, and determined to follow the servant to her destination, wherever it might be.

The woman led her to the great thoroughfare of shops close at hand, called Lambeth Walk. After proceeding some little distance, and looking about her with the hesitation of a person not well acquainted with the neighborhood, the servant crossed the road and entered a stationerā€™s shop. Magdalen crossed the road after her and followed her in.

The inevitable delay in entering the shop under these circumstances made Magdalen too late to hear what the woman asked for. The first words spoken, however, by the man behind the counter reached her ears, and informed her that the servantā€™s object was to buy a railway guide.

ā€œDo you mean a guide for this month or a guide for July?ā€ asked the shopman, addressing his customer.

ā€œMaster didnā€™t tell me which,ā€ answered the woman. ā€œAll I know is, heā€™s going into the country the day after tomorrow.ā€

ā€œThe day after tomorrow is the first of July,ā€ said the shopman. ā€œThe guide your master wants is the guide for the new month. It wonā€™t be published till tomorrow.ā€

Engaging to call again on the next day, the servant left the shop, and took the way that led back to Vauxhall Walk.

Magdalen purchased the first trifle she saw on the counter, and hastily returned in the same direction. The discovery she had just made was of very serious importance to her; and she felt the necessity of acting on it with as little delay as possible.

On entering the front room at the lodgings she found Mrs. Wragge just awake, lost in drowsy bewilderment, with her cap fallen off on her shoulders, and with one of her shoes missing altogether. Magdalen endeavored to persuade her that she was tired after her journey, and that her wisest proceeding would be to go to bed. Mrs. Wragge was perfectly willing to profit by this suggestion, provided she could find her shoe first. In looking for the shoe, she unfortunately discovered the circulars, put by on a side-table, and forthwith recovered her recollection of the earlier proceedings of the evening.

ā€œGive us the pencil,ā€ said Mrs. Wragge, shuffling the circulars in a violent hurry. ā€œI canā€™t go to bed yetā ā€”I havenā€™t half done marking down the things I want. Letā€™s see; where did I leave off? Try Finchā€™s feeding-bottle for Infants. No! thereā€™s a cross against that: the cross means I donā€™t want it. Comfort in the Field. Bucklerā€™s Indestructible Hunting-breeches. Oh dear, dear! Iā€™ve lost the place. No, I havenā€™t. Here it is; hereā€™s my mark against it. Elegant Cashmere Robes; strictly Oriental, very grand; reduced to one pound nineteen-and-sixpence. Be in time. Only three left. Only three! Oh, do lend us the money, and letā€™s go and get one!ā€

ā€œNot tonight,ā€ said Magdalen. ā€œSuppose you go to bed now, and finish the circulars tomorrow? I will put them by the bedside for you, and you can go on with them as soon as you wake the first thing in the morning.ā€

This suggestion met with Mrs. Wraggeā€™s immediate approval. Magdalen took her into the next room and put her to bed like a childā ā€”with her toys by her side. The room was so narrow, and the bed was so small; and Mrs. Wragge, arrayed in the white apparel proper for the occasion, with her moon-face framed round by a spacious halo of nightcap, looked so hugely and disproportionately large, that Magdalen, anxious as she was, could not repress a smile on taking leave of her traveling companion for the night.

ā€œAha!ā€ cried Mrs. Wragge, cheerfully; ā€œweā€™ll have that cashmere robe tomorrow. Come here! I want to whisper something to you. Just you look at meā ā€”Iā€™m going to sleep crooked, and the captainā€™s not here to bawl at me!ā€

The front room at the lodgings contained a sofa-bedstead which the landlady arranged betimes for the night. This done, and the candles brought in, Magdalen was left alone to shape the future course as her own thoughts counseled her.

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