CHAPTER XXI—A RECOGNITION
Nothing occurred in the night to flutter the tired dove; and the dove arose refreshed. With Mr. Grewgious, when the clock struck ten in the morning, came Mr. Crisparkle, who had come at one plunge out of the river at Cloisterham.
‘Miss Twinkleton was so uneasy, Miss Rosa,’ he explained to her, ‘and came round to Ma and me with your note, in such a state of wonder, that, to quiet her, I volunteered on this service by the very first train to be caught in the morning. I wished at the time that you had come to me; but now I think it best that you did as you did, and came to your guardian.’
‘I did think of you,’ Rosa told him; ‘but Minor Canon Corner was so near him—’
‘I understand. It was quite natural.’
‘I have told Mr. Crisparkle,’ said Mr. Grewgious, ‘all tha
