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There's another house on fire! Do you see do you see! It's Ailsa's house Marye-mead! Oh, how could they set it on fire how could they have the heart to burn that sweet old place!" "Is that Marye-mead?" he asked. "It must be. That's where it ought to stand and oh! oh! it's all on fire, Phil, all on fire!"
Not once did he again intrude anything that had to do with himself, his exploits, or his future upon Ailsa's attention until all the voyage across the channel and all the journey from Dover up to London had come to an end; and even then, eager though he was to know how matters might shape themselves for her future he was tactful, considerate, careful not to force her into any embarrassing position or to claim from her more than the merest acquaintance might.
Colonel Arran's eyes opened as she stooped at his bedside and laid her lips lightly on his forehead. "Is there another chair?" he asked wearily. Ailsa's glance just rested on Berkley, measuring him in expressionless disdain. Then, as he brought another chair, she seated herself. "You, too, Philip," murmured the wounded man.
Certain the man had extracted Ailsa's letter from the pocket of the case, yet half convinced that the thief had been searching for the necklaces intrusted to his care, Garrison was puzzled. There seemed to be no possible connection between the two. He could not understand what a thief who would take the one would require of the other.
As you may have heard, Captain Fourtenay-Carew, the father, was killed in the hunting-field and his wife died within the year. The two boys, then quite babies, were adopted by Richard Carew and brought up as his own sons." He paused and studied Ailsa's face gravely. She was almost breathless with interest, and he seemed a little taken aback by it.
I'll stay here and read; you go forward and smoke that cigar. Do you hear?" "Yes, sir." Again, just as he had done every day since leaving camp, he reread Ailsa's letter, settling down in his corner by the dirty, rattling window-pane: "Everybody writes to you except myself. I know they have told you that it is taking a little longer for me to get well than anybody expected. I was terribly tired.
And Father sat with his head tucked down over the 'cello, just the way I remembered there on the Sea Monster, and the candles shone on Aunt Ailsa's amberish-colored hair, and I thought she was the beautifullest person in the world, except Mother. I thought about a lot of things while the music went on, and wondered whether we'd ever want to picnic on Wecanicut again.
"Honey-bud, darling," she whispered tearfully, "did you know the Lancers are leaving?" Ailsa's eyes flew wide open: "Not his regiment!" "Are there two?" "Yes," said Ailsa, frightened. "That must be the 6th Pennsylvania. . . . Because I think somebody would have told me Colonel Arran " She stared through eyes from which the mist of slumber had entirely cleared away.
There came a subtle ringing sound in Celia Craig's voice; she leaned forward, taking the newspaper from Ailsa's idle fingers: "Try to be fair," she said in unsteady tones. "God knows I am not trying to teach you secession, but suppose the guns on Governor's Island were suddenly swung round and pointed at this street? Would you care ve'y much what flag happened to be flying over Castle William?
But Letty only laid her head against Ailsa's breast, and sobbed anew, uncomforted. "Won't you tell me what is wrong?" urged Ailsa, mystified. "Yes . . . I am . . . Don't pay attention to what I say, Mrs. Paige. You you like me, don't you?" "I love you, dear," "Please do. I am very unhappy." "You are only tired out. Listen; don't the wards look pretty with all the laurel and evergreens and ribbons!
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