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"Late in the afternoon when the fighting was over I found Captain Lindsay, and told him about your loss. He comforted me a bit by saying that he did not think you were born to be shot, and said that I had better stay with Donald till there was news about you. Two days later he told me they had got the list of the prisoners the Austrians had taken, and that you were with them, and unwounded.
Barrett, finding his voice at last. "It almost looks like it," said Miss Lindsay, with a sigh. Mr. Barrett tried to think clearly, but the circumstances were hardly favourable. "Suppose," he said, speaking very slowly, "suppose I wanted to get married?" Miss Lindsay started. "What, again?" she said, with an air of surprise. "How could I ask a girl to come and take over five children?"
"No; but I am very much interested in one of the family. Is the old lady living?" "Yes, certainly; not very old, either not above sixty, or sixty-five; and as hale and alert as at forty. A very fine old lady." "A large family?" "Oh, no; Mr. Lindsay is a widower this some years, with no children; and there is a widowed daughter lately come home Lady Keith; that's all." "Mr.
May I might I ask for a little more soda-water, Alicia?" He made the request so formally that she glanced at him with surprise. "Please do but isn't it very odious, by itself, that way? I suppose we shouldn't leave out Hamilton Bradley he certainly counts." "For how much?" inquired her brother. "He's going to pieces." "Hilda can pull him together again," Lindsay said incautiously.
"He seemed so positive about it that I was not a bit surprised when the messenger came, and said that you were at the count's here, and that I was to ride with him post haste, so as to catch you before you started to join the king at Breslau. "Captain Lindsay was as pleased as I was. He was just mounting when the messenger came in, but wrote a line on the leaf of his pocket book. Here it is, sir."
What "oh" meant, was rather doubtful at first; but when the captain put the flask again to his lips, and took another pull, a good deal longer than the first, much, if not all of the doubt was removed. "Prime! nectar!" he murmured, in a species of subdued ecstasy, at the end of the second draught. "Evidently the right stuff," said Lindsay, laughing.
What sort of a man do you find my old friend the Deacon?" Clement laughed. "A very queer old character. Loves his joke as well, and is as sly in making it, as if he had studied Joe Miller instead of the Catechism." Mr. Bradshaw looked at the young man to know what he meant. Mr. Lindsay talked in a very easy way for a serious young person. He was puzzled.
"Shocking!" said Miss Lindsay, briefly. "Shocking !" An instinctive feeling that the right and proper thing to do was to nurse his grief in solitude kept Mr. Barrett out of her way for nearly a week. When she did meet him she received a limp handshake and a greeting in a voice from which all hope seemed to have departed. "I am very sorry," she said, with a sort of measured gentleness. Mr.
What fault could he find with Clement Lindsay, who had only done as any gentleman would do with a lady to whom he had just been introduced, addressed a few polite words to her? After saying those words, Clement had turned very courteously to him, and they had spoken with each other.
I'm sure when Master Lindsay met me at the door saying: "Guess who's here, Kezia," I never could have but here I interrupted her. 'If that's all you've got to say to me I really don't care to hear it, I said, 'but it's a queer sort of welcome. I can't go away to-night, I suppose, but I will the very first thing to-morrow morning.
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