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Valentine threw off her lace shawl and pretty hat; she then took up the book her mother had laid down. "My walk has tired me," she said; "the sun is very warm." She lay down upon the sofa and turned her face to the window, where the roses came nodding in. "Stay here and read," said lady Charteris, with delicate tact. "I am going to write my letters."
"A good custom indeed! and no ornament could better become a loyal soldier," said Charteris, with just sufficient meaning in his voice to leave the traitors uncertain whether he had penetrated their designs or not.
Winsome Charteris stood at the green gate which led out of the court-yard into the croft, as Andra was making his schoolward exit. She had a parcel for him. This occasioned no surprise, nor did the very particular directions as to delivery, and the dire threatenings against forgetfulness or failure in the least dismay Andra. He was entirely accustomed to them.
A hand was on his throat in a moment, but when the fingers came in contact with his collar they released their grip, and Charteris whispered with a hoarse laugh "Why, Hal, I nearly strangled you. Thought you were a comrade of the fellow here. Step over him and shield the light. We must make sure."
Thorne would never have married her." Prince di Borgesi smiled approval of the young lady's reply. "You admire my picture, Miss Charteris?" he asked. "The more so because it is the work of an old friend," said Valentine; and again the prince admired the grace of her words. "Any other woman in her place," he thought, "would have blushed and coquetted. How charming she is!"
He, too, was sorry that the Head had ever read the letter. 'The writer says that he saw you, that he actually spoke to you, at the athletic sports at Rutton yesterday. I have called you in to tell me if that is true. The Head fastened an accusing eye on his companion. 'It is quite true, sir, said Charteris steadily. 'What! said the Head sharply. 'You were at Rutton? 'Yes, sir.
I must get leave, though, this time. 'Yes. By the way, how's Graham? It is Graham, isn't it? The fellow who broke his collar-bone? 'Oh, he's getting on splendidly. Still in a sling, but it's almost well again now. But I must be off. Good-night. 'Good-night. Come to tea next Monday. 'Right, said Charteris; 'thanks awfully. He hobbled in at Merevale's gate, and went up to his study.
"It struck me as so characteristic of Sher Singh to sneak away and leave his women to be captured that I should never have thought of doubting it," said Gerrard in perplexity to Charteris, who took up the questioning. "But what good could it do to Sher Singh that we should think he had escaped, Komadan-ji?"
On this occasion Ralph could think of nothing better than "Winsome Charteris, I shall pay you back for this!" Then he heard what might either have been a bell ringing for the fairies' breakfast, or a ripple of the merriest earthly laughter very far away. Then he sat down to study. It took him quite an hour to arrive at a conclusion; but when reached it was a momentous one.
"Yes?" muttered Gerrard, as Charteris paused in blissful contemplation of the picture he had evoked. "Yes? oh, that was all. I rode beside her, and looked at her, and her hand lay on the side of the carriage quite close to me I wanted to kiss it, but I didn't dare.
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