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The late post on Monday (the eventful Monday it was -- for we have retrograded twenty-four hours in our story in order to recount what happened on that Sabbath afternoon at the Paddocks -- the eventful Monday it was which Honor spent with Arthur Vavasour on horseback first, and afterwards in that feverishly enjoyable Richmond dinner), the second post, brought no letter from the truant, and John's brow grew ominously dark as he turned over his numerous business-like-looking epistles, and amongst them found no dainty missive in a fair running hand, and adorned with an entwined H. B. in mingled shades of brown and blue, by way of monogram.
"There now! What did I tell you? " exclaimed his mother triumphantly. "I was as sure as sure could be, she wouldn't write. Guilty consciences never do. And another time, my dear, I hope you'll attend to your mother, old as she is, and act accordingly."