When he should come to account for himself
and his actions to his old friend, Sir Marmaduke, he felt that he would
be able to show that he had been, in all respects, true to friendship.
Sir Marmaduke had unfortunately given his daughter to a jealous,
disagreeable fellow, and the fault all lay in that. As for Hugh
Stanbury he would simply despise Hugh Stanbury, and have done with it.
Mr Bozzle, though he had worked hard in the cause, had heard but a word
or two. Eaves-droppers seldom do hear more than that. A porter had
already told him who was Hugh Stanbury, that he was Mr Hugh Stanbury,
and that his aunt lived at Exeter. And Bozzle, knowing that the lady
about whom he was concerned was living with a Mrs Stanbury at the house
he had been watching, put two and two together with his natural
cleverness. 'God bless my soul! what business is it of yours?' Those
words were nearly all that Bozzle had been able to hear; but even those
sufficiently indicated a quarrel. 'The lady' was living with Mrs
Stanbury, having been so placed by her husband; and young Stanbury was
taking the lady's part! Bozzle began to fear that the husband had not
confided in him with that perfect faith which he felt to be essentially
necessary to the adequate performance of the duties of his great
profession.
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