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Carleton's manner a sufficient degree of the cold haughtiness with which he usually expressed. Displeasure, though his words gave no other cause of offence. Thorn retorted rather insolently. "I shall oblige myself in the matter, and do as I think proper." "I have a right to speak as I please to my own cousin," said Rossitur, sulkily, "without asking anybody's leave.
"Why was that calico got for me and not for you!" said Fleda, bitterly. "A sixpenny calico!" said Mrs. Rossitur, smiling "it would be hard if you could not have so much as that, love." "And you will not see Mrs. Evelyn and her daughters at all! and I was thinking that it would do you so much good!" Mrs. Rossitur drew her face a little nearer and kissed it, over and over.
Rossitur, as Fleda knew, was most easily pleased; and Barby Elster's quick eye was satisfied with the unaffected and universal gentleness and politeness of her new employer. She made herself at home in half an hour; and Mrs.
Fleda felt shocked; so much that she could not help looking it. "But can't uncle Rolf give it you?" Mrs. Rossitur shook her head. "I have asked him." "How much is wanting?" "Twenty-five. Think of his not being able to give me that!" Mrs. Rossitur burst into tears.
Rossitur, more low-spirited and gloomy than ever, seemed to have no heart to anything. He would have worked, perhaps, if he could have done it alone; but to join Didenhover and his men, or any other gang of workmen, was too much for his magnanimity. He helped nobody but Fleda.
Thorn and Rossitur had kept up indefatigably the game of teasing Fleda about her "English admirer," as they sometime styled him. Poor Fleda grew more and more sore on the subject. She thought it was very strange that two grown men could not find enough to do to amuse themselves without making sport of the comfort of a little child.
"What do you mean?" "Have you?" said Mrs. Rossitur with more energy. "Seth Plumfield was here a little while ago." Her aunt had the clew that she had not, for with a half scream, half exclamation, she quitted Fleda's arms and fell back upon the pillows, turning from her and hiding her face there.
Carleton for what he had said to her on a former occasion, for the thought of his words had given her courage, or strength, to go beyond her usual reserve in speaking to her aunt; and she thought her words had done good. "Use your pleasure: if your love do not persuade you to come, let not my letter." On the way home, Mrs. Rossitur and Fleda went a trifle out of their road to say good-bye to Mrs.
" and her arms and her cheek pressed closer as fresh tears stopped her voice. "How do you know, Fleda?" said Mr. Rossitur raising his head and bringing hers to his shoulder, while his arms in turn enclosed her. Fleda whispered, "He told me so himself." "Who?" "Mr. Thorn." The words were but just spoken above her breath. Mr. Rossitur was silent for some time. "Are you sure you understood him?"
That was, perhaps, because he felt it to be impossible. "I beg your pardon," he said, most unconsciously verifying Fleda's words in his own person "but, Mr. Carleton, do me the favour to say that I have misunderstood your words. They are incomprehensible to me, Sir." "I must abide by them nevertheless, Captain Rossitur," Mr. Carleton answered, with a smile.
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