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So far, only the family had been told; but all London knew it, and it was said that Lord Lowes was very much pleased. One of the girls at the table said you never could tell about those things; she had no doubt the Marchioness of Pelby was an authority, but she would wait until she got their wedding-cards before she believed it.
"Tommy'll be a watch-maker, I expect. Nothing pleases him so much as a watch," remarked the father. Mr. Pelby did not reply. He dared not, for he felt that, were he to trust himself to speak, he should betray feelings that politeness required him to conceal.
He had saved her brother's life while out West half a dozen times at least, from all accounts; and he was rich, and well-looking, and well-born, and rapidly becoming famous. A young married woman announced it at a girls' luncheon. She had it from her friend the Marchioness of Pelby, who was Evelyn's first-cousin.
Little, yielding to the child's eager importunity, and permitting him again to take possession of the watch. "But you must hold it tighter." Mr. Pelby was on nettles; but he dared not interfere. "Open it," said Tommy, endeavouring to loose the hinge of the case with his tiny thumb-nail. "Oh, no; you mustn't open it, Tommy." "Open it!" resumed Tommy, in a higher and more positive tone.
Pelby now said, evidently worried; for Henry was crying at the top of his voice, and impatiently shaking his hands and vibrating his whole body. But he ceased not a moment until his mother, before any of the company had been served, prepared him a cup of milk and warm water, sweetened.
Ten years often make a great difference in a man's condition, habits, and feelings. Ten years passed away, and Mr. Pelby was a husband, and the father of three interesting children, indulged, of course, and "pretty considerably" spoiled, yet interesting withal, and, in the eyes of their father, not to be compared for beauty, good manners, etc. with any other children inhabiting the same city.
Placing his lips to the edge of the cup, Henry drank the whole of it off before the table was more than half served. "Me more toffee, ma!" Mrs. Pelby paused, and looked him in the face with an expression of half despair and half astonishment. "Me more toffee, ma!" continued Henry. "Yes, wait a moment, and I'll give you more," she said. "More toffee, ma!" in a louder voice. "Yes, in a moment."
"Don't flatter yourself in any such way, Mr. Pelby. I've been" "Here's the darling!" exclaimed Mrs. Little, bounding gayly in the room at the moment, with Tommy, who was laughing and tossing his arms about in delight at being taken up from his bed, into which he had gone reluctantly. "Come to pa, Tommy," said Mr. Little, reaching out his hands.
"No!" still louder and more emphatic. "Yes, come, dear." "No, I won't!" "Yes, but you must!" Mrs. Little said, taking hold of him. At this, Tommy clung around the neck of Mr. Pelby, struggling and kicking with all his might against the effort of his mother to disengage him; who finally succeeded, and bore him, screaming at the top of his voice, from the room. "If that were my child," said Mr.
Pelby forgets how other people's children once annoyed him, and Mr. and Mrs. Little seem to be entirely unconscious that their paragon was very much like all other little boys when he was only about two or three years old. For my part, I think we should be careful not to let our children trespass upon visitors.
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