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Miss Bussey's party had the pleasanter journey; they were all of one mind; Miss Bussey was eager to reach Paris because it was the end of the journey; John and Mary desired nothing but the moment when with trembling fingers they should tear open their telegrams in the hall of the hotel.
"Bussey's got all this?" inquired Marrineal, and upon the other's careless "I suppose so," added, "It must grind his soul not to be able to use it." "Or not to get paid for suppressing it," grinned Ives. "But does Banneker understand that it's fear of his pen, and not of being killed, that binds Bussey?" Ives nodded. "I've taken care to rub that in.
"As authentic, let us say, as your authorship of the paragraph." "You don't think I wrote it? What object should I have in trying to deceive you?" "What, indeed! By the way, what is Major Bussey's price?" "Oh, Mr. Banneker!" Was it sheer delight in deviltry, or amusement at his direct and unstrategic method that sparkled in her face.
The latter, since her parents' early death had left her to her aunt's care, had been the comfort and prop of Miss Bussey's life. It is difficult to describe good people without making them seem dull; but luckily nature is defter than novelists, and it is quite possible to be good without being dull.
The Bussey Institute was built in 1871, and the beautiful Arboretum, embracing one hundred and sixty acres, has been in the process of development since that time. During Mr. Bussey's; life, and for years after, the public enjoyed the freedom of these charming grounds. There were lovely wood paths, carefully kept, in all directions.
"Up springs, at every step, to claim a tear, Some little friendship formed in childhood here; And not the lightest leaf but trembling teems, With golden visions and romantic dreams." Mr. Bussey's life is a remarkable illustration of the success, which results from natural ability and persevering industry.
Before John's eloquence even the stern facts of a public engagement, of invited guests, of dresses ordered and presents received, lost their force, and the romantic spirit, rekindled, held undivided sway in Miss Bussey's heart. "But," she said, "why does Mary talk of going to Cannes with you?" "Mr. Ellerton is at Cannes, Aunt," murmured Mary, shyly. "But you can't travel with John."
Not only was Arthur Laing being whirled there by the Nice express, and Miss Bussey's party proceeding thither by the eleven o'clock train from Victoria Mary laughed as she thought it might have been her honeymoon she was starting on but the Bellairs and their friends were heading for the same point.
Bussey, lifting the typed sheets before him, began to read. Presently his face flushed. "Why, if you print this sort of thing, you'd have my office mobbed," he cried indignantly. "It's possible." "It's outrageous! And this if this isn't an incitement to lynching You wouldn't dare publish this!" "Try me." Major Bussey's wizened and philanthropic face took on the cast of careful thought.
Towards the beginning of June the investment of the place was complete by land and by water. Intelligence of this state of things was brought on the 10th of June to Suffren, who by Bussey's direction was keeping his inferior fleet in Trincomalee until its services should be absolutely indispensable.
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