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Still, what Naseby had said about the country, and riding horseback, and the fishing, and the shooting crows with no cops to stop you, and watermelons for nothing, had sounded wonderfully attractive and quite improbable, except that it was one of Naseby's peculiarly sneaking ways to tell the truth. Anyway, Naseby had left Cherry Street for good, and had gone back to the country to work there.
I'm not in Parliament," was Naseby's smiling reply. "So don't trouble me for opinions. I have none. Except that, speaking generally, I should like Lady Maxwell to get what she wants." Betty threw him a sly glance, wondering if she might tease him about the news she heard of him from Marcella. She had no time, however, to attack him, for Mrs. Allison approached.
He had been trying to get Dick towards the door, but the latter stood off. 'You had better take care, sir, how you insult that lady, said the son, as black as night. 'You would not choose between your father and your mistress? said the father. 'What do you call her, sir? cried Dick, high and clear. Forbearance and patience were not among Mr. Naseby's qualities.
He already knew the Squire by sight, and now, seeing him dismount before the cottage and come striding through the garden, concluded without doubt he was there to ask for Esther's hand. 'This is why the girl is not yet home, he thought: 'a very suitable delicacy on young Naseby's part.
But humanity has triumphed over clothes; the look, the touch of a dress has become alive; and the woman who stitched herself into these material integuments has now permeated right through and gone out to the tip of her skirt. It was only a black dress that caught Dick Naseby's eye; but it took possession of his mind, and all other thoughts departed. He drew near, and the girl turned round.
Lady Maxwell was made for war she thrives on it. Don't you, too, enjoy it?" "I don't know," said the girl, drearily. "I don't know what I was made for." And over her feather fan her wide eyes travelled to the distant ogress figure of her mother, sitting majestical in black wig and diamonds beside the Russian Ambassador. Naseby's also travelled thither unwillingly.
He already knew the Squire by sight, and now, seeing him dismount before the cottage and come striding through the garden, concluded without doubt he was there to ask for Esther's hand. "This is why the girl is not yet home," he thought; "a very suitable delicacy on young Naseby's part."
Naseby's face; the junction did not occur to him; his last hope was for Van Tromp's cottage; thither he bade George guide him, and thither he followed, nursing grief, anxiety, and indignation in his heart. "Here it is, sir," said George, stopping. "What! on my own land!" he cried. "How's this? I let this place to somebody M'Whirter or M'Glashan."
"You had better take care, sir, how you insult that lady," said the son, as black as night. "You would not choose between your father and your mistress?" said the father. "What do you call her, sir?" cried Dick, high and clear. Forbearance and patience were not among Mr. Naseby's qualities. "I called her your mistress," he shouted, "and I might have called her a "
But how handsome she's grown! I see Naseby's not far off." George turned smiling to his companion. But, as he did so, again something cold and lifeless in his own face and in the expression underlying the smile pricked little Betty painfully.
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