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Shalders has joined the Dragoons, has he?" "The worthy man has a happy imagination. He goes through a campaign daily." "It seems to one to dignify his calling." "I like his enthusiasm." The lady withdrew into her thoughts; Weyburn fell upon his work.
I answered him frankly because it was his due. "It has come down to one of two things: day-labor, in a field where a man is merely a number on the pay-roll or that other road which is always open to the prison-bird." He put his hand on my shoulder. "You are not going to take the other road, Weyburn," he said gravely. "I hope not I hope I shan't be driven to." "You mustn't make it conditional.
And the really handsome man is the most extraordinary of the rarities. No wonder that when he appears he slays them, walks over them like a pestilence! This young Weyburn would touch the fancy of a woman of a romantic turn.
As there was a third person present at this dissuasion of military topics, the silence of the lady drew Weyburn to consult her opinion in her look. It was on him. Strange are the woman's eyes which can unoffendingly assume the privilege to dwell on such a living object as a man without become gateways for his return look, and can seem in pursuit of thoughts while they enfold.
Weyburn stated the purport of his visit, and was allowed to name an early day for the end of his term of service. Entering the house, Lady Charlotte glanced at the armour and stag branches decorating corners of the hall, and straightway laid her head forward, pushing after it in the direction of the drawing room. She went in, stood for a minute, and came out. Her mouth was hard shut.
Weyburn wrote his fair copy on folio paper, seven-and-thirty pages. He read it aloud to the author on the afternoon of the fourth day, with the satisfaction in his voice that he felt. My lord listened and nodded. The plan for the defence of England's heart was a good plan. He signed to have the manuscript handed to him.
Weyburn in lieu of the countess, who seemed to find it a task to sit at the luncheon table with him, when Lady Ormont was absent. "Just peeped in," she said as she entered the library, "to see if all was comfortable;" and gossip ensued, not devoid of object. She extracted an astonishingly smooth description of Lady Charlotte. Weyburn was brightness in speaking of the much-misunderstood lady.
Weyburn saw him joined by a cavalier, and the two consulted and pointed whips right and left. One of the days of sovereign splendour in England was riding down the heavens, and drawing the royal mantle of the gold-fringed shadows over plain and wavy turf, blue water and woods of the country round Steignton.
Maples to send up now, here, a tray, whatever she has, within five minutes not later. A bottle of the Peace of Amiens Chambertin Mr. Eglett's. You understand. Mrs. Maples will pack a basket for the journey; she will judge. Add a bottle of the Waterloo Bordeaux. Wait: a dozen of Mr. Eglett's cigars. Brisk with all the orders. Go. She turned to Weyburn.
And, good Lord! how quickly the tight-strong fellow crumbles, when once the fragmentary disintegration has begun! Weyburn cried out on a heart that bounded off at prodigal gallops, and had to be nipped with reminders of the place of good leader he was for taking among the young.
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