"
Driven to this bold declaration, Gammon at once felt such great
relief that he dared everything.
"Then there'll be the devil to pay," said Greenacre.
"Wait a bit. Of course I shall take my time about breaking off."
"Gammon, I am surprised and shocked--not for the first time--at your
utter want of principle."
Each caught the other's eye. The muscles of their faces relaxed, and
they joined in a mirthful peal.
It was a long and exciting week for the town traveller. Greenacre,
always on the look out for romance in common life, was never
surprised when he discovered it, but to Gammon it came with such a
sense of novelty that he had much ado to keep a clear head for
everyday affairs. He drove about London as usual, but beset with
fantastic visions and desires. Not only was Polly quite dismissed
from his thoughts (in the tender sense), but he found himself
constantly occupied with the image of Mrs. Clover, heretofore seldom
in his mind, notwithstanding her brightness and comeliness and the
friendship they had so long felt for each other.
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