United States or Martinique ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Come, I'm your friend, although there is for the moment a difficulty that keeps us apart. Do you chance to remember our meeting at Canterbury?" "Why, very well." "And a young fellow who talked French to you?" Carford laughed again. "He disturbed you mightily by calling out " "'Il vient!" cried Fontelles, all on the alert. "Precisely. Well, he may disturb you again." "By Heaven, then he's here?"
Snoop the black cat, and Snap, the smart circus dog, were allowed in the living room, to do some of their tricks, Snoop having been taught a number while with the fat lady in the circus. Bert fell asleep vainly wondering about the queer words of Mr. Carford, and he dreamed that he was sliding down hill on the back of a horse who turned somersaults, every now and then, into a bag of popcorn.
"She is beneath your Grace's station. The spouse of your Grace may one day be " Carford interrupted himself with a laugh, and added, "What God wills." "So may Anne Hyde," exclaimed the Duke. "But I forget. You yourself had marked her." "I am your Grace's humble servant always," answered Carford smoothly. Monmouth laughed.
Voices had come from there; he had heard them as I had, as Barbara had. "You can't pass out," had come in a blustering tone from Carford. "Stand aside, sir," was the answer in a calm, imperative voice.
Then came the party, and the Bobbseys were the guests of honor particularly the twins and their cousins, for it was due to them, in a great measure, that the money had been found. Mr. Carford stood up before everyone and admitted how wrong he had been in saying his nephew had taken the money. "But all our troubles are ended now," he said, "and Henry and I will live in Snow Lodge together.
They were having a good time. "Here we are!" called Mr. Carford after a fine ride. "Come in and get warm. I guess my sister has a few cookies left," for a maiden sister kept house for the old gentleman. Into the big old-fashioned farmhouse the children tramped, to be met by a motherly-looking woman, who helped them brush the snow from their feet.
Bobbsey had brought home one of the largest he could find. While Flossie and Freddie were playing on the hill, a small one near their home, they heard a voice calling to them: "Want a ride, youngsters?" Looking up they saw Mr. Carford in his big sled.
"And does my Lord Carford share these plans of yours?" I asked with a sneer. The question touched her; she flushed again, but gave way not an inch. "Lord Carford has done me much honour, as you know," said she, "but he wouldn't stand in my way here." "Indeed he doesn't!" I cried. "Nor in his Grace's!" "Have you done, sir?" says she most scornfully. "I have done, madame," said I, and on she swept.
Carford seemed in no haste to get him away, although very anxious to relieve me of my post behind his chair, but at last, by dint of upbraiding them both, I prevailed on Carford to offer his arm and the Duke to accept it, while I supported him on the other side.
"But why," said I, "that simple phrase worked such strange agitation in the gentleman, your Grace's wisdom may discover. I am at a loss." Still Carford whispered, and presently the Duke said, "Come, gentlemen, you've fallen into a foolish quarrel where no quarrel need have come. Pray be friends again." M. de Fontelles drew himself up stiffly.
Word Of The Day