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The morning had come, and with it Toby. As Bonnybell, propitiatingly punctual, appeared at the exactly nine-o'clock breakfast-table, she was informed by the butler, whose tone -- the really perfectly colourless one of a well-trained servant -- seemed to her ear vibrating with the compassion which all creation must feel for her, that Mr. Aylmer had been waiting for an hour and a half in the morning-room, and would be glad to speak to her as soon as she was at liberty.
The object of this very morning call cast a dismayed glance at her protectors.