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It need hardly be said with what interest and curiosity the twin brothers gazed about them as they neared the little town of Guildford, where their uncle, Master Bernard de Brocas, possessed a gradually increasing property.
Of course Blanche was silly; but, equally of course, this young lady's perception of it was quickened by Blanche's having married a rich man whom she herself might have married. "Gordon does n't think so," Bernard said. Angela looked at him a moment. "I am very glad to hear it," she rejoined, gently. "Yes, it is very fortunate." "Is he well?" the girl asked. "Is he happy?"
One evening he came in late from a dinner at Lady Bernard's. "Whom do you think I took down to dinner?" he asked, almost before he was seated. "Lady Bernard?" I said, flying high. "Her dowager aunt?" said Percivale. "No, no; Miss Clare." "Miss Clare!" we both repeated, with mingled question and exclamation. "Yes, Miss Clare, incredible as it may appear," he answered.
This affair was thought serious; the mischief, the lie, the obstinacy, were considered equally deserving of punishment, which was not now to be administered by Miss Lambercier. My uncle Bernard was written to; he arrived; and my poor cousin being charged with a crime no less serious, we were conducted to the same execution, which was inflicted with great severity.
The house stands high, and from it there is a most beautiful view, at which one cannot but wonder: and I do not believe that in all the German lands the like of it exists. Master Bernard van Orley, the painter, invited me and prepared so costly a meal that I do not think ten fl. will pay for it.
Bernard, however capricious Edmee may seem, never abandon her, if you would deserve the blessing of your foster-father. Though you should never be her husband, always be a brother to her. Remember, my lad, that she will soon be alone in the world, and that I shall die in sorrow if I do not carry with me to the grave a conviction that a support and a defender still remains to her.
She was always ready to drop a book for a romp with Pat Patterson. Bounding about the deck together, they looked like a greyhound and a St. Bernard she slim and alert, he with his rough hair tumbling over his merry, freckled face. Often their games ended by her stalking away with Honey-Sweet, in offended dignity. Pat was such a tease!
Thomas Bernard, afterwards a baronet of good estate in Buckinghamshire, and a zealous worker in all kinds of social and educational reform. Mr.
"Bernard was beside himself; he called Stephen cruel, deceitful, and anything else he could think of, and he tried to seize the halter of the pony. "Stephen dragged him away, and in the scuffle thought Bernard had struck him; Meekin swore that he did.
He always has some fine young plant in his button-hole. He has n't been near me these ten years I never heard of anything so rude!" Captain Lovelock came on the morrow, Bernard finding him in Mrs. Vivian's little sitting-room on paying a second visit. On this occasion the two other ladies were at home and Bernard was not exclusively indebted to Miss Evers for entertainment.
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