Presently he stopped before
Capitola and rapping his cane upon the floor, demanded:
"Who did you see at that accursed place, you--you--infatuated
maniac?"
"Miss Day, Mr. Le Noir, Mrs. Knight and a man servant, name
unknown," coolly replied Cap.
"And the head demon, where was he?"
"Uncle, if by the 'head demon' you mean Old Nick, I think it quite
likely, from present appearances, that he passed the night at
Hurricane Hall."
"I mean--Colonel Le Noir!" exclaimed Old Hurricane, as if the name
choked him.
"Oh! I understood that he had that day left home."
"Umph! Oh! Ah! That accounts for it; that accounts for it," muttered
Old Hurricane to himself; then, seeing that Cap was wistfully
regarding his face and attending to his muttered phrases, he broke
out upon her with:
"Get out of this--this--this--" He meant to say "get out of this
house," but a sure instinct warned him that if he should speak thus
Capitola, unlike the other members of his household, would take him
at his word.
"Get out of this room, you vagabond!" he vociferated.
And Cap, with a curtsey and a kiss of her hand, danced away.
Old Hurricane stamped up and down the floor, gesticulating like a
demoniac and vociferating:
"She'll get herself burked, kidnapped, murdered or what not! I'm
sure she will! I know it! I feel it! It's no use to order her not to
go; she will be sure to disobey, and go ten times as often for the
very reason that she was forbidden.
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