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The idea was fantastic to begin with, but, if things did take such a satisfactory turn, he could not help reflecting that it would not be due to any efforts on the part of Mr. Smithson, and he would no longer be under any testamentary obligations to that enterprising gentleman. By the end of a week he was jubilant. A child could have told Mr. Digson's intentions and Mrs.
He is younger, you know, and he has quite enough to do. Oh, Miss Gillian, he is such a very dear, good boy. 'He has a most beautiful voice, Aunt Ada said. 'Yes, poor fellow, though he almost wishes he had not. Oh dear I there's the little bell! Good-bye, Miss Merrifield, I must run, or Mrs. Smithson will be gone to church, and I shall be locked in.
The extraordinary brilliancy of the group of men who contributed to it guaranteed the general character of the book. Its merely satiric verse is a little beside my present mark; but as a parody the ballad of Duke Smithson of Northumberland, founded on Chevy Chase, ranks high, and the inscription for the cell in Newgate where Mrs.
Men who had never before used a saw, axe, or plane, here built boats and sailed courageously away. Smithson and Roberts had done the same. It was late in the afternoon. The storm clouds were rapidly gathering overhead. The men had raised a sail and were scudding northward before the wind towards Caribou. If they could make the crossing that night, Roberts said, they would be in luck.
Smithson, she said. 'I hope so too, dear; and yet do you know I have an idea that Lesbia means to accept Mr. Smithson, or she would hardly have consented to go to his house for the Henley week. Here is a letter from Georgie Kirkbank which you will have to answer for me to-morrow a letter full of raptures about Mr. Smithson's place in Berkshire, Rood Hall. I remember the house well.
'It has not been paid for perhaps it never will be. The dinner was silent and gloomy. It was as if a star had been suddenly blotted out of the sky. Smithson, ordinarily so hospitable, had been too much disturbed in mind to ask any of his friends to stay to dinner; so there were only Lady Kirkbank, who was too tired to be lively, and Montesma, who was inclined to be thoughtful.
They had crossed in front of the wall of rock which was moss covered to such an extent that its face was considerably hidden, and then climbed higher in an attempt to secure the best herbage, and were still browsing. "Smithson, you're the youngest, you fetch the mules while I make the fire for breakfast," said Roberts to his companion, yawning and rubbing his mosquito bitten hands and face.
"But it is sure to be known, sir." "That you are giving me lessons, yes; but not the style of lesson. When could you begin?" Dick glanced at the flute. "Would you like a lesson now, sir?" "Yes, exactly; but you have no instrument." "But you have, sir; and I could help you better without." "I'm afraid not, Smithson. You see, I should want to hear the air played at the same time."
Three or four easy chairs stood about near the broad, old-fashioned fireplace, which had been improved with a modern-antique brass grate and a blue and white tiled hearth. 'There isn't a room in my house that looks half as comfortable as this den of yours, George, said Mr. Smithson, as he seated himself by Lesbia's side at the card table. They had agreed to be partners.
The seats in front of the field were nearly all full when Lady Kirkbank and Lesbia left their carriage; but their interests had been protected by a gentleman who had turned down two chairs and sat between them on guard. This was Mr. Smithson. 'I have been sitting here for an hour keeping your chairs, he said, as he rose to greet them.
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