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"Will you be able to ride back again with us, sir? I can mount you." "Certainly I can, if my friend Captain Brookfield can furnish me with a meal before I start." "That I will with much pleasure. How long will it be before you are ready, Chris?" "Half an hour, sir.
There are those who have none at all; the mass of us are moved from the propulsion of the toes of the Fates. But the ladies of Brookfield had hearts lively enough to get them into scrapes. The getting out of them, or getting on at all, was left to Providence.
Captain Gambier's face was resolutely kept in profile to her. "I hear a rumour," said Lady Gosstre to Arabella, "that you think of bidding for the Besworth estate. Are you tired of Brookfield?" "Not tired; but Brookfield is modern, and I confess that Besworth has won my heart." "I shall congratulate myself on having you nearer neighbours. Have you many, or any rivals?"
Captain Brookfield, who heard the question, stepped out from his tent with Chris, to whom he had been talking. "Why, Searle, is it you? I thought the voice was familiar to me. What is it?" "I have ridden in to get help. The other day a raiding party of Boers came down through Inadi, and riding in between Dingley Dell and Botha's Castle you know the hill swept off a quantity of cattle.
We get out at Dearmer, and we're only three miles from Brookfield." "What they call a loop line," assisted John, "because it's in the shape of a loop." "It's not so bad as it might be," admitted Beatrice grudgingly, after studying the map, "but it's five miles home from Dearmer; and what about my trunk?" I sighed and pulled out a pencil. "It's very simple. We write a telegram:
I mean, just now " and languid with the burden of so full a heart, she did not attempt to explain herself further, though he said, invitingly, "I thought I heard you humming?" Then he was seized with a desire to have the force of her spirit upon him, for Brookfield was in view; and with the sight of Brookfield, the natural fascination waxed a shade fainter, and he feared it might be going.
After which, conversation commenced, and Brookfield had reason to admire her ladyship's practised play upon the social instrument, surely the grandest of all, the chords being men and women. Consider what an accomplishment this is! Albeit Brookfield knew itself a student at Richford, Adela was of too impatient a wit to refrain from little ventures toward independence, if not rivalry.
Near Brookfield, between Palmer and Worcester, the president was met by a messenger sent by John Hancock, then governor of Massachusetts, to give notice of measures that had been arranged for the chief magistrate's reception on his approach to, and entrance into the city of Boston, the capital of the commonwealth. Governor Hancock also invited him to make his house his home while in Boston.
She thought it proper to punish him for his good looks till propitiated by his good temper. Nobody at Brookfield could remember afterwards who took Arabella down to dinner; she declaring that she had forgotten. Her sisters, not unwilling to see insignificance banished to annihilation, said that it must have been nobody in person, and that he was a very useful guest when ladies were engaged.
Beatrice, quite seeing the point, changed the subject. "There's my trunk will go on to Brookfield, and the wagonette will meet the train, and as we aren't there it will go away without the trunk, and all baby's things are in it." "She's not complaining," I said. "She's just mentioning it." "Look here," said John reproachfully, "we're doing all we can. We're both thinking like anything."
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