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Deyncourt, to relieve the tension of feeling, said, 'Miss Rollstone was reading the letter about Mr. Morton's adventures. Would you not like her to begin again? And while Rose obeyed, Lord Northmoor was able to extract his cheque-book from his pocket-book, and as Rose paused, to say 'I have a debt of which my nephew reminds me. Miss Rollstone furnished the means for his journey.
His sentiments were strictly honorable. If he raised expectations, he was also quite prepared to fulfil them. Miss Deyncourt was quite right to treat him with her adorable, placid assumption of indifference until his attentions were more avowed.
I saw him put into the train at the North one, and taken out at Waterloo. 'And why why, may I ask, have we been left have we never heard this before? His voice shook, as he thought of all the misery to himself and his wife that might have been spared, as well as the danger of the child. Rose hesitated, doubting how much she ought to say, and Mr. Deyncourt came out.
"Now, Miss Deyncourt," as Ruth appeared, "which church are you going to support Greenacre, which is close in more senses than one, where they never open the windows, and the clergyman preaches for an hour; or Slumberleigh, shady, airy, cool, lying past a meadow with a foal in it? If I may offer that as any inducement, Molly and I intend to patronize Slumberleigh." Ruth said she would do the same.
Deyncourt, in spite of having pronounced his church like a big tin box all up in frills; and how he had admired the crabs, and run after the waves, and had been devoted to the Willie, who had thought him troublesome giving all the anecdotes, to which Frank listened with set face and dry eyes, storing them for his wife. He thanked Mrs.
Miss Deyncourt most good-naturedly offered to take her with her; but," with a shake of the head "the poor child's totally unrestrained appetites and lamentable self-will made her prefer to remain where she was." "I am afraid," said Charles, meditatively, as if the idea were entirely a novel one, "Molly is getting a little spoiled among us.
Her own cook, who had been with her five years, made the cakes, and her own donkey-cart conveyed the same to the field where the repast was held. "Miss Deyncourt, will she be there?" asked Dare. Mrs. Alwynn explained that all the neighborhood, including the Thursbys, would be there; that she made a point of asking the Thursbys. "I also will come," said Dare, gravely.
"I may tell her to go," he said, raising his eyebrows. "I may be firm as the rock, but I know her well; she is more obstinate than me. She will not go." "She must," said Charles, with anger. "Her presence compromises Miss Deyncourt. Can't you see that?" Dare raised his eyebrows. A light seemed to break in on him. "Any fool can see that," said Charles, losing his temper.
I must go and thank that good girl who found him the means. Deyncourt. And there, in full assembly, he found himself at a loss for words. No one was so much master of the situation as Mr. Rollstone. 'My Lord, I have the honour to congratulate your Lordship, he said, with a magnificence only marred by his difficulty in rising.
Deyncourt had no objection to drop in for afternoon tea when he was met on the sands and had to be consulted about the stole, or to be asked who was worthy of broth, or as time went on to choose soup and practise a duet for the mission concert that was to keep people out of mischief on the Bank-holiday.
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