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"Oh, yes, that reminds me there's one thing more. Your fees will be all right, of course, and your traveling, and I have arranged about your washing money." "Yes, Aunt Raby, oh, yes; everything is all right." Priscilla fidgeted, moved her position a little and looked longingly out of the window. "You must have a little money over and above these things," proceeded Miss Peel in her sedate voice.
"In a question of this kind, I ought never to content myself with looking at the brilliant and tempting side. Forgive me, Miss Heath. I may have done wrong after all; but, right or wrong, I have made my resolve. I will keep my independence." "Have you considered your Aunt Raby in this?" "She has put herself absolutely out of the question by declining all aid as far as she is concerned.
When every thing was ready, she shrank from taking the final step. Three times she went with Raby to the Lake, having determined within herself not to return; but her courage failed her, and she found a ready excuse for deferring all until the next day. She had forgotten some little thing, or the weather looked threatening; and the last time she went back, it was simply to kiss her husband again.
"I am going to Knaresdean next Monday; you know we have races in the park, and really they are sometimes good sport; at all events, it is a very pretty sight. There will be nothing in the Lords now, the recess is just at hand; and if you can spare the time, Lady Raby and myself will be delighted to see you."
Yet his volubility, his gayety, and his chaff were combined with a certain gentlemanlike tact and dexterity; and he made Raby laugh in spite of himself, and often made the ladies smile. But Henry Little sat opposite, and wondered at them all, and his sad heart became very bitter. When they joined the ladies in the drawing-room, Henry made an effort to speak to Jael Dence.
The fact is, I have some questions to put, which only the dead can answer passages in the family correspondence, referring to things I can't make out for the life of me." "Oh, Mr. Raby, pray don't talk in this dreadful way, for fear they should be angry and come." And Grace looked fearfully round over her shoulder. Mr. Raby shook his head; and there was a dead silence. Mr.
Raby examined the blood-stained interior of the chest, and could not help agreeing with the sagacious doctor. "Yes," said he, sadly; "if we had been sharp, we might have caught the blackguard. But I was in a hurry to leave the scene of sacrilege. Look here; the tomb of a good knight defiled into an oven, and the pews mutilated and all for the base uses of trade."
James Little and his wife were now as much a part of the family as if they had had the old Squire's blood in their veins; and nobody thought about the old time of their disgrace, nobody but Jim and Sally themselves. From their thoughts it was never absent, when they looked on the beautiful, joyous face of Raby. He had grown beyond his years, and looked like a boy of twelve.
When the Lord Raby was first sent to The Hague, the Duke of Marlborough, and Lord Townshend, had, for very obvious reasons, used their utmost endeavours to involve him in as many difficulties as they could; upon which, and other accounts, needless to mention, it was thought proper, that his Grace, then in Flanders, should not be let into the secret of this affair.
Raby's trusty groom was sure to be after them, with orders to keep by them, under guise of friendship, and tell them outrageous figments, and see that they demolished not, stole not, sculptured not. All this was odd enough in itself, but it astonished nobody who knew Mr. Raby.
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