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"No reason against it, if husband and father in you yearn for bibs and petticoats." "I say, Belward, don't laugh!" "I never was more serious. Who is the girl?" "She looks up to you as I do-of course that's natural; and if it comes off, no one'll have a jollier corner chez nous. It's Delia." "Delia? Delia who?" "Why, Delia Gasgoyne. I haven't done the thing quite regular, I know.
When I cannot run I will walk, when I cannot walk I will crawl after you comme ca!" Lady Belward did not appear at breakfast. Sir William and Gaston breakfasted alone at half past nine o'clock. The talk was of the stables and the estate generally. The breakfast-room looked out on a soft lawn, stretching away into a broad park, through which a stream ran; and beyond was a green hillside.
He entered the churchyard, and passed to the door. As he came the group under the crumbling arch fell back, and at the call of the organist went to the chancel. Belward came slowly up the aisle, and paused about the middle. Something in the scene gave him a new sensation.
"Who could have guessed that he knew so much about the poor and the East End, and all those social facts and figures?" Lady Belward answered complacently. "An unusual mind, with a singular taste for history, and yet a deep observation of the present. I don't know when and how he does it. I really do not know." "It is nice to think that Lord Faramond approves of him." "Most noticeable.
He had that which compelled interest a suggestive, personal, distinguished air. Jacques knew his master better than any one else knew him; and yet he knew little, for Belward was of those who seem to give much confidence, and yet give little never more than he wished. "Yes, monsieur, in sight of home," Jacques replied, with a dry cadence.
He had that which compelled interest a suggestive, personal, distinguished air. Jacques knew his master better than any one else knew him; and yet he knew little, for Belward was of those who seem to give much confidence, and yet give little never more than he wished. "Yes, monsieur, in sight of home," Jacques replied, with a dry cadence.
"Belward, don't take me for a fool. Why, my trying what you go to do is like is like " Cluny's similes failed to come. "Like a fox and a deer on the same trail?" "I don't understand that. Like a yeomanry steeplechase to Sandown is that it? Belward, I'm sorry. Playing it so low on a chap you like!" "Don't say a word, Cluny; and, believe me, you haven't yet seen all of It. There's plenty of time.
Gaston broke off, and added presently: "Perhaps this is all too awful to hear, but it gives you an idea of what kind of things went to make me." Lady Belward answered for both: "Tell us all everything." "It is late," said Sir William, nervously. "What does it matter? It is once in a lifetime," she answered sadly. Gaston took up the thread: "Now I come to what will shock you even more, perhaps.
He suddenly threw an arm about her shoulder, and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll come back yes I'll come back here if I can. Good-bye, Hovey." In the library Sir William and Lady Belward sat silent for a time. Presently Sir William rose, and walked up and down. He paused at last, and said, in a strange, hesitating voice, his hands chafing each other: "I forgot myself, my dear. I fear I was violent.
"You think that's it, eh?" rejoined Belward, as he tossed a shilling to a beggar. "Maybe, too, your great Saracen to this tot of a broncho, and the grand homme to little Jacques Brillon." Jacques was tired and testy. The other laid his whip softly on the half-breed's shoulder. "See, my peacock: none of that.
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