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When I was ready to go home to my nice warm bed, I'd read them a little riot act telling them there were always a few among a lot of men that would spoil a good thing, ending up, "Be good, boys, and have a good sleep. Good-night," and they would say so heartily, "Good-night, Danny! God bless you and keep you!"
"Esther has been such a nurse to me, Allan." He looked at me as she said this, and his eyes glistened. "Esther is Esther," he replied, laconically; but I knew then how I satisfied him. "When we were alone together that night for I waited downstairs to say good-night to him, while Deborah stayed with Carrie he suddenly drew me toward him and looked in my face.
The glow of the firelight faded away till only a faint sparkle was left in the chimney. There was not another word spoken, but when they rose up, with such kisses as gave and took unuttered affection, counsel and sympathy, they bade each other good-night. Fleda went to her window, for the moon rode high and her childish habit had never been forgotten.
"She's all right," he said, apropos of nothing spoken, and yet distinctly relevant to what was in each of their minds. "She's got a good boat's- crew, and she's a sailor herself. Good-night, Mr. Sheldon. Anything I can do for you down Marau-way?" He turned and pointed to a widening space of starry sky. "It's going to be a fine night after all.
But he seems quite broken down; I should say, that he had got something on his mind, if it was not impossible. He never had any trouble in his life; and never did anything he ought not to do, I believe. But I confess he puzzles me now. Good-night. God bless you, Paolina mia!" That was on the Friday; and the Diva's last appearance was to take place on the following Sunday. The Corso
"You're not leaving a guest! I'm at home here. I'm staying in this hotel too." March said, "Oh!" and then he added abruptly, "Good-night," and went up stairs under the fresco of the five poets. "Whom were you talking with below?" asked Mrs. March through the door opening into his room from hers. "Burnamy," he answered from within. "He's staying in this house.
Good-night, little girl," he whispered, tenderly kissing her cheek. "You do not seem to be very happy to-night, but to-morrow you will show a brighter face. Eh?"
Everybody said "It always was delightful to come over here," and the women wondered how it happened that such an attractive man as Mr. Winthrop Adams had not married again and had someone to entertain regularly. There was a magnificent full moon, and the air was delicious with fragrance. One after another drove away, or taking the arm of a companion uttered a cordial good-night. Mr.
To see you in that horrid business to-night made me very unhappy. I am old-fashioned I suppose but I could hardly bear it. I wish I could make you trust me a little!" "I do!" she said, choked. "I do but I must follow my conscience." He shook his head, but said no more. She murmured good-night, and he went.
"I must be going, I think, Mr. Catchpole; good-night." "I'll walk with you as far as your door, sir. There's something I want to say to you." Mr. Cardew did not reply, and meditated for a moment. "It is a lovely evening. We will sit here a little longer. What is it?" "Mr.
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