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"What prophecy do you mean, dear mother?" eagerly inquired Ernest. "Pray tell me all about it!"
Miss Dane was doing what she did not often do thinking and the thoughts chasing one another through her flighty brain were evidently the reverse of pleasant. "So I'm really married," mused the young lady "really and truly married! and I've been thinking all along it was only a sham ceremony." She lifted up her left hand and looked at the shining wedding-ring. "Ernest! Such a pretty name!
She said she knew he must feel very sad at leaving such a happy home, and going among people who, though they would be very good to him, could never, never be as good as his dear papa and she had been; still, she was herself, if he only knew it, much more deserving of pity than he was, for the parting was more painful to her than it could possibly be to him, etc., and Ernest, on being told that his tears were for grief at leaving home, took it all on trust, and did not trouble to investigate the real cause of his tears.
All the stores that we could not take with us were laid by in the tent, the door of which was made safe by a row of casks, that we put round it. My wife and Fritz soon led the way; the cow went next; then the ass, with Frank on its back. Jack led the goats, and on the back of one of them sat the ape. Ernest took charge of the sheep, and I brought up the rear as chief guard.
Of the many boys with whom Frank was associated not one suspected that the attractive lad, who was a favorite with all, was a son of the noted desperado whose deeds had been commemorated in dime novels and were a matter of common knowledge in the West. Ernest had cautioned the boy to say as little as possible of his past history. Years have gone by, and what Bolton predicted has come to pass.
I was surprised to hear that Joey had not given the three or four shillings which would have bought the whole lot, but Ernest tells me that Joey was far fiercer in his dislike of his father than ever he had been himself, and wished to get rid of everything that reminded him of him. It has already appeared that both Joey and Charlotte are married.
This was the first Ernest had heard about his going abroad, and he talked about my not being able to spare him for so long. I soon made this all right. "It is now the beginning of April," said I, "go down to Marseilles at once, and take steamer to Nice. Then saunter down the Riviera to Genoa from Genoa go to Florence, Rome and Naples, and come home by way of Venice and the Italian lakes."
Burly is Stevenson's friend, the poet William Ernest Henley, who died in 1903. His sonnet on our author may be found in the introduction to this book. Leslie Stephen introduced the two men on 13 Feb. 1875, when Henley was in the hospital, and a very close and intimate friendship began.
And at the reply, Violet would look down from her post on the picketed fence, shake her long curls triumphantly, and climb to some place inaccessible to the enemy, to show how useful her agility could be to her own party. The time of sorrow came at twilight, when the boys separated for their homes, when Harry and Ernest clattered up to their mother's rooms. They could be boys still.
Now leave us, for I have much to arrange with Monsieur du Tillet." After a prolonged talk with M. du Tillet the marquis sent for Ernest. As soon as he entered the lad said: "Of course, sir, I shall obey your commands; but it seems to me an unworthy part for your son to play, to be flying the country and leaving a stranger here to look after your daughters."
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