A dazzling sun was going down with a blood-red glare, and the partially
softened ground was fast resuming its fretwork of frost, as our hero and
heroine were seen sauntering up the western avenue to Nonsuch House, as
slowly and quietly as if it had been the hottest evening in summer.
'Here's old Coppertops!' exclaimed Captain Seedeybuck, as, turning round in
the billiard-room to chalk his cue, he espied them crawling along. 'And
Lucy!' added he as he stood watching them.
'How slowly they come!' observed Bob Spangles, going to the window.
'Must have tired their horses,' suggested Captain Quod.
'Just the sort of man to tire a horse,' rejoined Bob Spangles.
'Hate that Sponge,' observed Captain Cutitfat.
'So do I,' replied Captain Quod.
'Well, never mind the beggar! It's you to play!' exclaimed Bob Spangles to
Captain Seedeybuck.
But Lady Scattercash, who was observing our friends from her boudoir
window, saw with a woman's eye that there was something more than a mere
case of tired horses; and, tripping downstairs, she arrived at the front
door just as the fair Lucy dropped smilingly from her horse into Mr.
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