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McLean, taking breath, "I have manufactured this little romance out of odds and ends that McLean has now and then reported from his conversation. I dare say there isn't a bit of it true, for Mr. Laudersdale isn't a man to publish his affairs; but I believe it. One thing is certain: Mrs. Laudersdale withdrew from society one autumn and returned one spring, and has queened it ever since." "Is Mr.
"Will you come and see?" he asked, his eyes, however, on Mrs. Laudersdale. "Will you come in away from the lake to the brooks, and hang among the alders and angle, dreaming, all day long? Or will you rise at dead of night and go out on the lake with me and watch field after field of white lilies flash open as the sun touches them with his spear?
Laudersdale and Helen renewed their toilets, had busied himself in weaving a crown of these and another of poppy-leaves, hanging the one on Mrs.
And in a few minutes Helen had rifled a shelf of sufficient temptations to overcome Mrs. Laudersdale's abstinence. "After all," said she then, "you didn't answer my question." "What question?" "If it weren't odd to meet Mr. Raleigh here." "I don't know," said Mrs. Laudersdale. "Dear! Mary Purcell takes as much interest. She said he was impertinent, made her talk too much, and made fun of her."
Laudersdale scorns to secure the sketch; and holding back the boughs for Miss Heath, and assisting her down the steps, quietly follows. Meantime, Mrs. Laudersdale has reached her point of departure again, has stolen up out of the white fog now gathering over the lake, slipped into her former place, and found all nearly as before.
Laudersdale had gone out, and Helen Heath was invisible, he betook himself to a solitary stroll, and, by a short cut through the woods, to the highway, and just before emerging from the green shadows he met Mrs. Laudersdale.
"A'n't no t'orrer," was his reply; "leastwise, a'n't no 'count, good for nott'n. Now she, pity she a'n't single, Massa, should say she'd lived where sun was plenty and had laid up heaps in her heart." Here Mrs. Laudersdale came out, and shortly afterward Helen and three or four others. In reply to their questions, Mr.
McLean?" asked Mary Purcell at the door, after the charade in which she had been engaged was concluded. "Gone across the lake with Nell and Mr. Laudersdale for a letter," replied Master Fred Heath, who had returned that afternoon from the counting-room, with his employer, and now sauntered by. Mrs. Laudersdale started; she had not escaped too early; but then Her heart was beating in her throat.
John says it's pitiful stuff, not to be compared with Virginia leaf. Look at this meerschaum, Mr. Laudersdale; there's an ensample. Prettily colored, is it not?" "Now are you coming?" asks Helen. "Would you? We've never been here without my worshipful cousin before; I should like to investigate his domestic arrangements. Needle and thread.
Laudersdale briefly recapitulated the facts, and added, "Communicating my doubts to Mr. Raleigh, he has kindly furnished me with the marriage-certificate of his uncle and Mademoiselle Le Blanc. And as Mr. Reuben Raleigh was living within thirteen years, you perceive that your claims are invalidated." There was a brief silence while the paper was inspected.
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