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At eight next morning, Captain Moreland and General Rolleston being on deck, one of the ship's boys, a regular pet, with rosy cheeks and black eyes, comes up to the gentlemen, takes off his cap, and, panting audibly at his own audacity, shoves a paper into General Rolleston's hand and scuds away for his life. "This won't do," said the captain, sternly.
Rolleston's unpleasant suspicions might have solid foundation, and if the loss of her cousin had affected Madame de Staemer's brain. Presently, then, ushered by Val Beverley, I found myself once more in the violet and silver room in which on that great bed of state Madame reclined amid silken pillows.
Her adventure had transpired somehow or other, and all General Rolleston's acquaintances hunted him up; and both father and daughter were courted by people of ton as lions. A shipwrecked beauty is not offered to society every day. Even her own sex raved about her, and about the chain of beautiful pearls she had picked up somehow on her desolate island.
"Wait here a quarter of an hour," whispered Alec to Bluebell, "and I will run back and row you home." "Gracious, no!" said she, with rather the sensation of a child who has been sent out to spend the afternoon and has misbehaved. "Here is Mrs. Rolleston's servant come for me.
The Proserpine was to sail in ten days. Seaton inquired into the state of the Proserpine. She was a good, sound vessel, and there was no excuse for detaining her. Then he wrestled long and hard with the selfish part of his great love. Instead of turning sullen, he set himself to carry out Helen Rolleston's will. He went on board the Proserpine and chose her the best stern cabin.
"Ah! but you can't pick up a man like that every day," said Frettlby, who was listening with an amused smile to Rolleston's disquisitions. "Rather a good thing, too," observed Dr. Chinston, dryly. "Genius would become too common."
It was almost dusk when Mary reached home. While she was passing the billboard at the corner a flare of yellow letters, as if Colour and the Alphabet had united to breed a monster she heard children shouting. A block away, and across the street, coming home from Rolleston's hill where they had been coasting, were Bennet and Gussie Bates, little Emily, Tab Winslow, and Pep.
But, when a person of your age is absorbed with one idea, she sometimes forgets that other people have any feelings at all." Helen kissed him meekly, and said that was too true; and she would be upon her guard. To General Rolleston's surprise, his daughter no sooner saw old Wardlaw than she went or seemed to go into high spirits, and was infinitely agreeable.
"Just till the days get a little longer a fortnight or three weeks, perhaps." Mrs. Rolleston's suspicions were now convictions. "My dear Bluebell," she began, impulsively, "I know there's some reason for your dislike to going," and she gazed fixedly at her. No denial. Bluebell hoped Mrs.
Rolleston's sole chaperonage. The scrambling toilette was got through with much noise and merriment. "Oh, has any one seen my 'waist'?" and "Do smooth my waterfall," were enigmatical exclamations of frequent occurrence. Cecil's dormitory resembled a milliner's show-room from the variety of dresses spread on the bed.
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