\"I\'llnotdesertyouunlessyoudesertyourself,\"saidStanton,withagestureofdisgustandimpatience;\"butifyoupersistingoingdownintothedeepestquagmiresyoucanfind,youcannotexpectmetofollowyou;\"andwiththesewordshelefttheroom.
Mr.Mayhewwassoonsunkinthedeepestlethargy,andhiswifespenttheafternooninimpotentlyfrettingandfumingagainsther\"miserablefate,\"asshetermedit,andintryingtodevisesomewayofkeepingupappearances.
ChapterXXVIII.RatherVolcanic.
Stantonwasgladtoescapefromthehouseaftertheinterviewdescribedinthepreviouschapter;andobservingthatVanBergwasrecliningunderatreeatsomelittledistancefromthehotel,stolledthitherandthrewhimselfdownonthegrassbesidehim.
Buthisperturbationwassoevidentthathisfriendremarked: