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Janet had been sedulous in her attentions to Sir Louis, and had not troubled her mistress; but she had not had an easy time of it. Her orders had been, that either she or Thomas should remain in the room the whole day, and those orders had been obeyed. Immediately after breakfast, the baronet had inquired after his own servant. "His confounded nose must be right by this time, I suppose?" "It was very bad, Sir Louis," said the old woman, who imagined that it might be difficult to induce Jonah to come into the house again. "A man in such a place as his has no business to be laid up," said the master, with a whine. "I'll see and get a man who won't break his nose." Thomas was sent to the inn three or four times, but in vain. The man was sitting up, well enough, in the tap-room; but the middle of his face was covered with streaks of plaster, and he could not bring himself to expose his wounds before his conqueror. Sir Louis began by ordering the woman to bring him chasse-café. She offered him coffee, as much as he would; but no chasse. "A glass of port wine," she said, "at twelve o'clock, and another at three had been ordered for him."

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