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He was haggard and worn and wild, and his friends stared at him and shrugged their shoulders, and smiled significantly at this outward evidence of post-nuptial bliss. It was almost midnight when the young baronet mounted Sir Galahad and rode home. Kingsland Court lay dark and still under the frowning night sky. He glanced up at the window of his wife's chamber. A light burned there.
Sybilla dutifully delivered the message the first time she met the baronet. A groom was holding Sir Galahad, and his master was just vaulting into the saddle. He turned away from the dark face and sweet voice. "It is impossible this morning," he said. "Tell Lady Kingsland I shall meet her at dinner."
He joined their hands, looking earnestly at the young man. "She is yours, Kingsland. May God deal with you, as you deal with my orphan child!" "Amen!" Solemnly Sir Everard Kingsland pronounced his own condemnation with the word. Awfully came back the memory of that adjuration in the terrible days to come. "She is very young," said Captain Hunsden, after a pause "too young to marry.
My wife's honor is mine; and neither she nor I will ever set foot in a house where such stories are credited not only credited, but exulted in. Tell me the name of your tale-maker, Lady Kingsland, and permit me to wish you good-evening." "Everard!" his sister cried, in agony. But he cut her short with an impatient wave of his hand. "Hush, Mildred; let my mother speak." "I have nothing to say."
Kingsland is thinking in what cravat he shall adorn himself when he goes to do the same thing in the afternoon. For Mr. Kingsland has arrived at home, where he and his old father keep a bachelor sort of household in a decayed old house at one extremity of Crocus. They have a respectable name, folks say, but not wealth to set it off; and the household is small. The same little boy who rubs down Mr.
The end of next October our long year of waiting ends, and before the Christmas snow flies, my darling must be all my own. It is to prepare for our marriage I go." She hid her glowing face on his shoulder. "I would make Kingsland Court a very Paradise, if I could, for my bright little queen. As I can not make it quite Paradise, I will do what I can."
My dear mother, I met with an adventure last night, and you had like never to see your precious son again." "Everard!" "Quite true. But for the direct interposition of Providence, in the shape of a handsome lad in velveteen, who shot my assailant, I would be lying now in Brithlow Wood yonder, as dead as any Kingsland in the family vault."
Lady Kingsland watched the carriage out of sight, and then went slowly and thoughtfully back to her room. "How extremely foolish and weak of Sir Jasper," she was thinking, "to pay the slightest attention to the canting nonsense of these fortune-telling impostors! If I had been in his place I would have had him horsewhipped from my gates for his pains.
There is no question of commanding and obeying about it. You are free to do as you please. If you choose to remain, give Lady Kingsland proper notice. If you prefer to go, why, I must look out for some one to take your place. Don't be in a hurry there's plenty of time to decide." He swung on and left her. "Plenty of time to decide," she repeated, with a smile curling her thin lips.
About Lady Kingsland particularly in point of fact, I thought he must have known her in New York, his questions were so pointed, and I asked him so directly." "And what did he say?" "Oh, he said no," replied Sybilla, lightly, "but in such a manner as led me to infer yes.
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