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"Well, then," persisted Lady Agatha, "you are going out to fight them?" "I should not be surprised," said Cleggett, folding his arms, and standing with his feet spread just a trifle wider than usual, "if the Jasper B. had a brush or two with them. A brush or two!" Lady Agatha regarded him speculatively. But admiringly, too. "But those nurses " she said.
Agatha sat still when he left her, wondering what he could have meant, but feeling that she would be willing to do what she had assured him. His suggestion that it was possible that she still cherished any sense of grievance against Gregory because he was going to marry Sally, however, brought a little scornful smile into her eyes.
"I am not able to see him. It is easier to refuse in this way than after I have been made ill by too much feeling. I am not going to subject Charley to the mortification of taking into his circle a wife that will be always remembered as as a sort of quack-doctor." Saying this Phillida broke down and wept. When Agatha heard of her decision she came in and scolded her sister roundly for a goose.
She saw a glance at Maria which confirmed the injury to herself: it was a scheme, a trick; she was slighted, Maria was preferred; the smile of triumph which Maria was trying to suppress shewed how well it was understood; and before Julia could command herself enough to speak, her brother gave his weight against her too, by saying, "Oh yes! Maria must be Agatha. Maria will be the best Agatha.
"The fellow has challenged me, and I have granted him a meeting," said Cleggett. "I hope there is such a thing as honor!" "Clement!" It was Lady Agatha who spoke. As she did so she laid her hand on Cleggett's arm. She had hearkened in silence to the colloquy between him and Barnstable, as had the others. She drew him out of sight and hearing behind the cabin.
"Well," she added, "I've done my duty in trying to point this out to you, and now there's only another thing to say: since you're clearly bent on going, I'm going out with you." Agatha looked astonished, but there was a suggestion of relief in her expression, for the two had been firm friends and had faced a good deal together. "Oh," she said, "that gets over the one difficulty."
"Then," said Agatha with a flush of color, "if you must have the truth, I feel I must finish my father's work. His son and his best friends thought him the victim of his imagination and the lode a joke; but if I succeed, his dreams will be justified." Thirlwell said nothing for a minute or two; he saw that she was resolute and was moved by her staunch loyalty.
Hastings would not start home until after supper, and as the regular hotel meal would be ready in about half an hour it seemed certain that she would come back to the hotel very shortly. That left Sally very little time, for she had no desire that Hawtrey should meet either Mrs. Hastings or Agatha until she had carried out the purpose she had in hand.
Adding and Rose and Kenby and General Triscoe and Agatha." "Very well. That's what I call shabby. Don't ever talk to me again about the inconsistencies of women. But now there's something perfectly fearful." "What is it?" "A letter from Miss Triscoe came after you were gone, asking us to find rooms in some hotel for her and her father to-morrow. He isn't well, and they're coming.
"But is it your business to offer them that encouragement?" Wyllard laughed. "Strictly speaking, it isn't in the least, but unnecessary chaos is hateful, and, any way, I'm not the only one who doesn't seem to like it. There's the petty officer, and our friend, the sergeant, who was with Roberts in Afghanistan." Agatha said nothing further.
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