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Perhaps, with all this property, he may come to some bad end, and bring disgrace upon his family and himself. And then the squire's own heart began to smite him, and he thought: Am not I to blame for not having looked more closely after him, and for not having corrected him whenever he went wrong? I must do something at once.
"Madame," corrected Lord Lydstone, who had been already put right himself. "Let me introduce you. Madame Cyprienne my cousin, Colonel Wilders, of the Royal Rangers. I hope we shall hear you sing again to-night, unless you are too tired." "I shall do whatever miladi wishes," said Madame Cyprienne, in a deep but musical voice, with a slight foreign accent. "It is for her to command, me to obey.
At the same time he may not interest you or any of us for long, unless he develops talents we have not discovered. I wonder why he doesn't use his whole name. That mystic 'A' puzzles me." "It's an English notion, I suppose," said Mrs. Montrose. "But he isn't English; he's American." "Sangoese," corrected Beth. "Perhaps he doesn't like his name, or is ashamed of it," suggested Uncle John.
But it was pretty this afternoon to hear W. Howe mince the matter, and say that he do believe that my Lord is in debt L2000 or L3000, and then corrected himself and said, No, not so, but I am afraid he is in debt L1000. I pray God gets me well rid of his Lordship as to his debt, and I care not. 24th.
She was apt to imagine that the hours thus employed were lost in God's sight; but her celestial guardian corrected her judgment on this point, and taught her to discern the Divine will in every little irksome worldly duty, in every trifling contradiction, as well as in great trials and on important occasions.
At the upper end were two or more cup-like hollows, each fitted with a cake of ink; black and red being the colours most in use. Palette in hand, he squatted cross-legged before his copy, and, without any kind of support for his wrist, endeavoured to reproduce the outline in black. The master looked over his work when done, and corrected the errors in red ink.
"Daresay I am," he admitted with a show of careless good-humour. "Can't get much sleep lately." "But why? What the deuce is there to fuss about? Sit down and smoke a cigar. I suppose you've had breakfast?" "No yes, I mean, yes, of course, long ago." Will did not believe the corrected statement. He gazed at his friend curiously and with some anxiety.
"Swampy, you mean, mother," corrected Elnora. She arose white and trembling. "Perhaps some day God will teach me how to understand you. He knows I do not now. You can't possibly realize just what you let me go through to-day, or how you let me go, but I'll tell you this: You understand enough that if you had the money, and would offer it to me, I wouldn't touch it now.
It was not quite ten o'clock when Ronald Surbiton rang the bell, and was turned into the drawing-room to face an American aunt for the first time in his life. "Miss Schenectady?" said he, taking the proffered hand of the old lady and then bowing slightly. He pronounced her name Schenectady, with a strong accent on the penultimate syllable. "Schenectady," corrected his hostess.
Brevard's hand, the little girl talked volubly as they moved away. "And so," she said, "I told her to keep her topsails full." "What?" he demanded. "She was falling off, you know losing way. Hell's hatches " "Laurel," Sidsall corrected her sharply. "No, you mustn't laugh at her." Only Gerrit Ammidon was on the steps, the other men were in the library; her mother had gone up with Janet.
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