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But I choose first that you should listen to what I have to say." "Listen I Oh Lud, is it a poem?" Mr. Waverton flushed. "You are impertinent, sir. It shall not serve you. I intend that madame shall know the truth of your father's treachery and yours." Harry stood up. "Are we to stay for more of this, ma'am?" "I shall stay," Alison said.
Waverton had an idea in his head. That was not the least unusual. It was, unhappily, a wrong one. That was not unusual either. We must have a trifle of Latin. Mr. Waverton, studying Horace, desired to translate, Civium ardor prava jubentium "the wicked ardour of the overbearing citizens." In vain Harry urged that he was outraging grammar. Mr.
"It is a perfect subject for your style," said Harry. Mr. Waverton smiled, and turned again to the window for productive meditation. A third man came lounging in, unheard by Mr. Waverton's rapt mind. He opened his eyes at the back which Mr. Waverton turned upon Harry and the space between them. "Why, Geoffrey, have you been very stupid this morning? And has schoolmaster stood you in the corner?
Where, as over the verandas, there was a bit of inclined roof, russet-red tiles gave a warmer touch of color. From the borders of the lawn, edged with a line of shrubs, the town of Waverton, merging into Cambridge, just now a stretch of crimson-and-orange woodland, where gables, spires, and towers peeped above the trees, sloped gently to the ribbon of the Charles.
"Because you make me tedious, child." "That's your vanity, Mr. Hadley." Alison tried to keep in tune with them. "Look you, Susan, I am cashiered by marriage. Once I was Charles. Now I am without honour." "Mr. Geoffrey Waverton," quoth the butler. Alison's hand went to her breast and she was white. "Dear Geoffrey!" Mr. Hadley murmured.
"Could you say your lessons this morning? And did you wear a new coat last night?" "You may go if you will, Harry. Mr. Hadley will be talking for some time," Waverton said. "Indeed, he may, perhaps, have something to say." Harry was used to being turned out for any reason or none. He well understood that Waverton was not fond of an audience when he was being laughed at.
For he was born to treat his clothes with respect. Mr. Waverton would be jumping up to look out of the window, flounce down again in his chair to drink wine and stare with profound meaning at the table, start up and stride to the hearth and glower down at its emptiness and repeat the motions in a different order. He must be theatrical even without an audience.
It is with Mr. Waverton I have fallen out now." "With Mr. Waverton?" Alison repeated. "What is there between you and him?" "I believe he had the impertinence to expect my sympathetic admiration. While I was thinking him a low fellow. Which I took occasion to tell him. Without result." Mr. Hadley shrugged. "But I believe he did not feel it. It's a thick hide." "And what was your difference?"
There was too proud a force in her life for her to admit a dread of being defeated. Her man must live and be safe, because she needed him. Harry could not fail her. But she was desperately impatient. She wanted him every instant, and even more she wanted to stand before him and accuse herself, confess herself. For the truth is that Geoffrey Waverton had profoundly affected her.
And on that came Alison and Harry Alison rosy and smiling, Harry a pale and deliberate appendage. "Dear Lady Waverton, let me present my husband." Lady Waverton sat up straight. Lady Waverton embraced the pair of them with a bewildered glare. "I married him this morning," Alison laughed. "Alison, this is unmaidenly jesting," said my lady feebly. "Why, if it were, so it might be.
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