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As he probably came, in spite of his disclaimer, from America or the colonies, which are belated places, toiling in vain far in the rear of Bond Street, Philip thought this an exceedingly proper display of bashfulness, especially in a man who had only landed in England yesterday. But Bertram went on half-musingly.
He shrugged his shoulders. He turned again to the shrivelled woman on the chair. "You have named it?" he asked. "You have named our child?" Still she did not answer. "It were not improper," he continued, smilingly, half-musingly, "for a father to venture a suggestion anent a name.... Eh bien, then.
Ormsby's eyes darkened, and he did not affect to misunderstand. "It would be a grand-stand play," he said half-musingly, "if you should happen to worry it through, I mean. I believe Mrs. Hepzibah would be ready to fall on your neck and forgive you, and turn me down." Then, half-jestingly: "Kent, what will you take to drop this thing permanently and go away?" David Kent's smile showed his teeth.
There was the smell of the good red soil in the little story, a whiff of the home earth reminiscent and heartening. But the under-thought laid hold on Japheth and his change of heart. "Japhe was about the last man in Paradise, always excepting Major Dabney," he said half-musingly.
What is Vincent Parley to you anything more than Eva's brother?" Another young woman might have claimed her undoubted right to evade such a pointed question. But Ardea saw safety only in instant frankness. "He has asked me to be his wife, Tom." "And you have consented?" "I wonder if I have," she said half-musingly. "Don't you know?" he demanded.
He spoke half-musingly and with a little unconscious irony, and the boy, vaguely knowing that there was a cross-current somewhere, drifted. "No, of course not; he can have fun enough without them, can't he?" Lady Dargan here soothingly broke in, inquiring about Gaston's illness, and showing a tactful concern.
He looked her full in the eyes. "Miss Van Brock, what is it you want me to say? What can I say more than I said a moment ago that you are the truest friend a man ever had?" The answering look out of the brown eyes was age-old in its infinite wisdom. "How little you men know when you think you know the most," she said half-musingly; then she broke off abruptly. "Let us talk about something else.
He spoke half-musingly and with a little unconscious irony, and the boy, vaguely knowing that there was a cross-current somewhere, drifted. "No, of course not; he can have fun enough without them, can't he?" Lady Dargan here soothingly broke in, inquiring about Gaston's illness, and showing a tactful concern.
"I have it," said he, half-musingly, "I have it, Dillon it must be so. How far, say you, is it from the place where the man what's his name encamped last night?" "Nine or ten miles, perhaps, or more." "And you know his route for to-day?" "There is now but one which he can take, pursuing the route which he does." "And upon that he will not go more than fifteen or twenty miles in the day.
"So that after all her name was Miriam Strange." "It was, and is, and always will be if she goes on like this," Miss Colfax rejoined, not noticing that he had spoken half-musingly to himself. "She was a ward of my step-father's till she came of age," she added, in an explanatory tone. "She's a sort of Canadian or half a Canadian or something I never could quite make out what. Anyhow, she's a dear.
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