Behind the figures, he calculated that, in all probability, Rhoda would visit her sister this night.  “I can’t stop that,” he said:  and hearing a clock strike, “nor that” a knock sounded on the door; “nor that.”  The reflection inspired him with fatalistic views.

Sedgett appeared, and was welcome.  Algernon had to check the impulse of his hand to stretch out to the fellow, so welcome was he:  Sedgett stated that everything stood ready for the morrow.  He had accomplished all that had to be done.

“And it’s more than many’d reckon,” he said, and rubbed his hands, and laughed.  “I was aboard ship in Liverpool this morning, that I was.  That ere young woman’s woke up from her dream”, (he lengthened the word inexpressibly) “by this time, that she is.  I had to pay for my passage, though;” at which recollection he swore.  “That’s money gone.  Never mind:  there’s worse gone with it.  Ain’t it nasty—­don’t you think, sir—­ to get tired of a young woman you’ve been keepin’ company with, and have to be her companion, whether you will, or whether you won’t?  She’s sick enough now.  We travelled all night.  I got her on board; got her to go to her bed; and, says I, I’ll arrange about the luggage.  I packs myself down into a boat, and saw the ship steam away a good’n.  Hanged if I didn’t catch myself singin’.  And haven’t touched a drop o’ drink, nor will, till tomorrow’s over.  Don’t you think “Daehli"’s a very pretty name, sir?  I run back to her as hard as rail ’d carry me.  She’s had a letter from her sister, recommending o’ her to marry me:  ‘a noble man,’ she calls me—­ha, ha! that’s good.  ‘And what do you think, my dear?’ says I; and, bother me, if I can screw either a compliment or a kiss out of her.  She’s got fine lady airs of her own.  But I’m fond of her, that I am.  Well, sir, at the church door, after the ceremony, you settle our business, honour bright—­that’s it, en’t it?”

Algernon nodded.  Sedgett’s talk always produced discomfort in his ingenuous bosom.

“By the way, what politics are you?” he asked.

Sedgett replied, staring, that he was a Tory, and Algernon nodded again, but with brows perturbed at the thought of this ruffian being of the same political persuasion as himself.

“Eh?” cried Sedgett; “I don’t want any of your hustings pledges, though.  You’ll be at the door tomorrow, or I’ll have a row—­mind that.  A bargain’s a bargain.  I like the young woman, but I must have the money.  Why not hand it over now?”

“Not till the deed’s done,” said Algernon, very reasonably.

Sedgett studied his features, and as a result remarked:  “You put me up to this:  I’ll do it, and trust you so far, but if I’m played on, I throw the young woman over and expose you out and out.  But you mean honourable?”

“I do,” Algernon said of his meaning.

Another knock sounded on the door.  It proved to be a footman in Sir William’s livery, bearing a letter from Edward; an amplification of the telegram