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His head thus uncovered, left all his features exposed; and the village youth recognized, at the first glance, his old victorious assailant on the green at Hazeldean. Yet Randal Leslie was altered.
Linley followed her daughter and innocently placed a fatal obstacle in Mrs. Presty's way by leaving the room. Having consulted each other by a look, Linley and the governess went out next. Left alone with Randal, Mrs. Presty's anger, under the complete overthrow of her carefully-laid scheme, set restraint at defiance.
He spoke earnestly, and with gusto, yet with the deference of one listening to a great practical authority. Randal had spent the afternoon in cramming the subject from agricultural journals and parliamentary reports; and like all practised readers, had really learned in a few hours more than many a man, unaccustomed to study, could gain from books in a year.
Bruce who rented, I believe, the best part of our land, and who used to bring us cakes when he called to see my father. He is a relation of yours?" FARMER BRUCE. "He was my uncle. He is dead now, poor man." RANDAL."Dead! I am grieved to hear it. He was very kind to us children. But it is long since he left my father's farm." "I am sure he was very sorry to go.
When the rest of the household were in deep sleep, Randal stood long at his open window, looking over the dreary, comfortless scene, the moon gleaming from skies half-autumnal, half-wintry, upon squalid decay, through the ragged fissures of the firs; and when he lay down to rest, his sleep was feverish, and troubled by turbulent dreams.
Gentlemen, are you ready? We will go on." The polling booth was erected in the centre of the marketplace. The voting had already commenced; and Mr. Avenel and Leonard were already at their posts, in order to salute and thank the voters in their cause who passed before them. Randal and L'Estrange entered the booth amidst loud hurrahs, and to the national air of "See the Conquering Hero comes."
The outer door closed with a sullen, inhospitable jar, and a slip-shod female servant entered with a card between her finger and thumb. "Who is that for? give it to me. Jenny," cried Mrs. Leslie. But Jenny shook her head, laid the card on the desk beside Randal, and vanished without saying a word.
"Oh, very pleasant! but would it do me good?" and Ruth looked up with sudden seriousness in her blue eyes, as a child questions an elder, eager, yet wistful. "Why not?" asked Randal, wondering at the hesitation. "I might grow discontented with things here if I saw splendid houses and fine people.
While waiting in the ante-room there was a knock at the street door, and presently a gentleman, exceedingly well dressed, was shown in, and honoured Randal with an easy and half-familiar bow. Randal remembered to have met this personage at dinner, and at the house of a young nobleman of high fashion, but had not been introduced to him, and did not even know him by name.
"Perhaps so if I work for it. Knowledge is power." Leonard started. "And you!" resumed Randal, looking with some curious attention at his old schoolfellow. "You never came to Oxford. I did hear you were going into the army." "I am in the Guards," said Frank, trying hard not to look too conceited as he made that acknowledgment.
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