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"But I meant to sleep only two or three hours. I don't see how I ever could have slept straight through the night." I really felt near to tears with chagrin that I should have left Dicky to the care of any one else while I soundly slept the night through. Lillian looked at me keenly, then smiled. "Can't you guess?" she asked significantly.
Dicky had bought our tickets to Marvin, the little village which was to be the starting point of our country ramble, and we were putting in the time before our train was ready in gazing at the usual morning scene in a railroad station.
Dicky scarcely heard what the Arab said, for the quick conviction he had had that Sowerby was alive was based on the fact, suddenly remembered, that Selamlik Pasha had only returned from the Fayoum this very morning, and that therefore he could not as yet have had any share in the fate of Sowerby, but had probably been sent for by the Chief Eunuch.
Chatterton's room, and say that I am sorry I refused her offer to help, and that I would like to have her sit with me. Remember, say I am sorry I refused her offer to help, Dicky." She leaned forward and kissed her boy, her long, soft hair falling like a veil around the two faces. Dick threw his arms around her neck. "Now, you're a brick!" he declared impulsively.
"This is from Dicky!" she exclaimed, glancing it through quickly, "Savoy notepaper, too, so I suppose he has been here. He says that he may be a few minutes late and that we are not to wait. He will pick us up either here or at the theatre. Prince, shall we let these young people follow us? I haven't heard your excuses yet. Do you know that you were a quarter of an hour late?"
"You mean you put something in the mulled wine to make me sleep?" "Of course. You have been through enough for any one woman. Dicky was in no danger, and I had no desire to have you ill on my hands." I flushed a bit resentfully. I was not quite sure that I liked her high-handed way of disposing of me as if I were a child.
"Do you consider yourself one of the same sort of dicky bird as Plant and that crew?" demanded Bob. "There ain't no humans all alike," replied the mountaineer. Although Bob was thus rebuffed in immediately getting inside of the man's loyalty to his service and his superiors, he was from that moment made to feel at his ease. Later, in a fuller intimacy, he was treated more frankly.
I shrewdly suspected, however, that her continued resentment was more because Dicky chose to take my part in the matter against her, than because of any real feeling toward Mr. Gordon. Nearly a year's experience, however, had taught me how best to manage my mother-in-law.
And I was secretly anxious to see what way Dicky would reply to my proposition. "Dear," I said with emotion, I fancy just the right note of conjugal tenderness in my voice. "Won't you drop me at the house first before you take Miss Draper home? I'm afraid I am getting a headache. I've had a rather strenuous day with Lillian, you know, and I really am very tired.
But Katie, with a scream of fear, her face white with terror, backed into the kitchen. I heard her opening the door where she had put her hat and cloak, then the slamming of the kitchen door. I looked at Dicky in amazement. What did it all mean? He caught up his hat and dashed to the front door. "Quick, Madge!" he called. "Follow her out the kitchen door as fast as you can.
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