"Well, what's next on the programme? What do you suggest now, Halloran?"
he exclaimed, as that individual sprang into the coach and took his seat
with chattering teeth.
"I propose that you drive to the nearest inn or hostelry, or whatever
they choose to call it hereabouts. I understand there is one some five
miles from here, and, indeed, the horses won't last much longer than
that."
"I'm governed by your advice," replied his companion, with a hilarious
laugh. "Give the order to get to the hostelry as soon as the driver can
make it. Anything will suit me. I'm not proud, even if I have made a
cool million in an hour's time. Ha! ha! ha!"
"Are you mad?" whispered his companion, giving him a violent nudge.
"Bah! You needn't fear that she will hear what I'm saying. The puny
little dear has swooned again. Didn't you notice that I had to fairly
carry her from the altar?"
"These dainty little heiresses have to be handled with kid gloves,"
remarked Halloran. "Fainting when anything goes wrong seems to be their
especial weakness.
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