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Lionel Dale's eyes were fixed on the face of his cousin as the country squire made this announcement. To his surprise, he saw that face blanch to a death-like whiteness. "To-morrow!" murmured Sir Reginald, with a sigh.
"Do you know?" asked Reginald, as he met him in the doorway. "Yes; Mr. Sydney came around to us this morning. I can't understand it. But I don't want you to feel " Miles hesitated. It was very embarrassing for him to express just what he wanted to say. Rex helped him out. "I'm awfully glad for you, old fellow," he said heartily. "And I don't want you to worry about us. We'll get along some way."
Hanging up the ruddy advance." "We're doing well, Shorty." He howled back the answer. "I reckon so. The swine are running all along the line; only one or two of 'em holdin' us up. Look out." He pulled Reginald to one side, and pointed behind him. Majestically, squelching through the mud, came Tiny Tim, or the Tired Tank.
Even Sir Reginald, though he had not failed to notice the beauty of the pale and apparently lifeless girl he had raised from the wet deck and borne so carefully below on the preceding evening, was startled at her radiant loveliness as she, somewhat shrinkingly and with a momentary vivid blush, responded to the introductions and congratulatory greetings which immediately followed.
As if his mocking words had evoked them, two figures entered the tamarack walk as he spoke. The starlight showed them plainly a man and a woman the woman wrapped in a shawl, leaning on the man's arm, and both walking very slowly, talking earnestly. "No ghosts those," whispered Reginald Stanford. "Be quiet, Rose; we are in for an adventure."
Burnett and Reginald expressed their gratitude at the favour shown them, and said they gladly accepted his highness's offer. Before they left, Khan Cochut overtook them; and though he contrived to conceal his feelings, it was clear that he was more than ever jealous and annoyed at the thought of their being about the person of his master.
The shock of his wife's falsehood may kill him after he has made a new will in your favour!" The two men stood face to face, looking at each other. "What do you mean?" Reginald asked; "and why do you look at me like that?" "I am only thinking what a lucky fellow you would be if this grief that has fallen upon your uncle were to be fatal to his life." "Don't talk like that, Carrington.
"Have you been successful? I long to hear." "I am in a fair way, I trust, of succeeding, although there may be not a few difficulties in my path," answered Reginald. "I am truly thankful, however, to find you here, as I thought that you were far away either in Pegu or at Delhi. Are you at liberty, my dear Burnett, or can you get leave of absence?
"Oh, pray spare us, Professor," laughed Sir Reginald; "there is no need to quote specific instances; we all know the kind of thing you mean. But then, you know, legislators as a body will do many things that no sane man would ever dream of, and that make the ordinary level-headed individual gasp with amazement at the folly of the `collective wisdom' of our countrymen.
The boy dropped almost exhausted on the stool, and gazed in a sort of rapture into the fire. Then, looking up at Reginald, he said, "Beg your pardon, gov'nor, ain't got a crust of bread you don't want, 'ave yer?" The hint was quite enough to send Reginald flying to his little "larder."
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