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That cruel counsellor that would suggest to you a thousand fond arguments to hinder my noble pursuit; Sylvia came in view! her irresistible Idea! With all the charms of blooming youth, with all the attractions of heavenly beauty!
She looked pretty lost in her tune. Then he slid down off the wall, and said gently: "Hallo!" She looked round at him, her eyes very wide open. "Your voice is jolly, Sylvia!" "Oh, no!" "It is. Come and climb a tree!" "Where?" "In the park, of course."
Cousin Clive told Sylvia about it afterwards how Uncle Mandeville refused to believe the truth, and swore that he would shoot some of these fellows if they didn't stop talking about his niece. Said Clive, with a grim laugh: "I told him: 'If Sylvia had her way, you'd shoot a good part of the men in the town." He answered: "Well, by God, I'll do it it would serve the scoundrels right!"
For a moment Sylvia stood quite still. She realized that Elinor meant to be hateful; but she remembered that her father had said that all Americans were called "Yankees," and she was not a coward. She went straight on to the arbor. Elinor Mayhew stood on the steps. "You are just as much a Yankee as I am. And you ought to be proud of it," declared Sylvia, facing the older girl.
He had been very silent all the evening, and had sat soberly in the great best rocking-chair, which was, in a way, his throne of state, with Sylvia on the sofa on his right. Many a time she had dreamed that he came over there and sat down beside her, and that night it had come to pass.
These girls are called Betty, Sylvia, and Hester Vivian. They are the nieces of that dear woman, Beatrice Vivian, who was educated at this school years ago. I expect them to arrive here on Monday next. In the meantime you must prepare the other girls for their appearance on the scene. Do not blame me, Emma, nor look on me with reproachful eyes.
"Why, Papa, the other Sylvia Sylvia Joanna, you know has her birthday to-day, and we settled at Bournemouth that I should spend the day with her; and on Saturday, when Aunt Barbara heard of it, she said she did not want me to be intimate there, and that I must not go, and told me to write a note to say she had made a previous engagement for me." "And do you know that she had not done so?"
He looked at her unwillingly. "Oh, don't make a scene!" he said irritably. "Your mother is nervous, so I have given it up for the present, that's all." "Please don't call Mrs. Ingleton my mother!" said Sylvia, suddenly deadly calm. "Am I always to hunt alone, then, for the future?" "You have got George," smiled Mrs. Ingleton.
Various other books followed, including Sylvia, or The May Queen, a poem . Thereafter he joined the Athenæum, in which he showed himself a severe critic. He was also a dramatist and a profound student of old English plays, editing those of Beaumont and Fletcher in 1840.
He could feel things keenly, and he had his romance; but Sylvia resumed: "I sometimes wonder if you ever felt really badly hurt?" "Once," he said quietly. "I think I have got over it." "Ah!" she murmured. "I was afraid you would blame me, but now it seems that Dick knew you better than I did. When he made you my trustee, he said that you were too big to bear him malice."
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