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You and Miss Sylla could not surely have already arranged the successful coup of this afternoon?" Pansey Cottrell listened somewhat curiously for Lionel's reply.
A slightly self-conscious smile crossed the lips of Lionel. "You are surely not going to introduce again that nonsense about Mary Elmsley!" he exclaimed. "I should never like her, never marry her, therefore " "Did you not allude to her when you spoke but now that it was not Lucy Tempest you should make your wife?" "No." "To whom, then? Lionel, I must know it." Lionel's cheek flushed scarlet.
Presently two or three boys met them running, and were passing them, when Marion exclaimed, "There is Lionel!" "Lyddell!" called Edmund, and one of them stopped, so taken by surprise that Marian was for a moment horrified by thinking she had mistaken him; but the next glance re-assured her, for she knew Lionel's way of standing, and his hat pulled far over his forehead.
All that had passed; and the spring of the year was growing late. The codicil had been proved; the neighbourhood had tendered their congratulations to the new master, come into his own at last; the improvements, in which Lionel's conscience held so deep a score, were begun and in good progress; and John Massingbird's return to Australia was decided upon, and the day of his departure fixed.
"I humbly beg pardon: nine o'clock, sir, and the breakfast-bell going to ring." Lionel's toilet was soon hurried over; Mr. Darrell and Fairthorn were talking together as he entered the breakfast-room, the same room as that in which they had dined. "Good morning, Lionel," said the host. "No leave-taking to-day, as you threatened. I find you have made an appointment with Mr.
Now every day at dessert France heaps before us her daintiest sugar-plums in gilt /bonbonnieres/. Do you ever covet them? I never do. Let Lionel have his sugar-plums in time. And as we talk, there he comes. Lionel, how are you?" "I resign you to Lionel's charge now," said the Colonel, glancing at his watch. "I have an engagement trouble some.
To all this rubbish did Darrell incline his patient ear, not encouraging, not interrupting, but sometimes stifling a sigh at the sound of Lionel's merry laugh, or the sight of his fair face, with heightened glow on his cheeks, and his long silky hair, worthy the name of lovelocks, blown by the wind from the open loyal features, which might well have graced the portrait of some youthful Cavalier.
"And another ten." Not a word of encouragement or dissuasion was uttered by any one of the onlookers; they sat silent and amused, wondering which of the two was about to be smitten under the fifth rib. And at last it was Lionel's opponent who gave in. "On this occasion," said he, depositing his half-sovereign, "I will simply gaze; what have you got?"
The breakfast-room was empty. Instead of being behind her time, Lucy found she was before it. Lady Verner had not risen; she rarely did rise to breakfast; and Decima was in Lionel's room, busy over some of his things. Lionel himself was the next to enter. His features broke into a glad smile when he saw Lucy. A fairer picture, she, Mr.
"I am more than glad, Vaura, ma chere, that Dame Fortune is playing so smilingly into dear Lionel's hands," said Lady Esmondet, as she read aloud the letter she had received from Trevalyon on the morning of the 30th.
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