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The supper passed off very well. Herbert was a trifle gruff and silent; but it was plain that Allison's stories amused him, for now and then a half-smile crept into his stolid countenance. Julia Cloud was so glad that she could have cried. She hated scenes, and she dreaded being at outs with her relatives.
Allison's family were out of the city, passing the summer at their country-seat, and had never received his cards; but that to-day, Rose and her brother had come in to do a little shopping, and finding that they had an hour to spare, had fortunately decided to pay a visit to the Academy. When these explanations had been made, Edward and Rose urged Mr.
And still mindful of Dexter Allison's odd moment or two of guarded antagonism that very morning, he gradually led the conversation around to more recent things. "I suppose you have had your conference with Mr. Allison, Steve?" he suggested in a matter-of-fact way. Instantly at that question all the boyishness left the other's face. He looked away and looked back again, very deliberately.
"That is I and two or three others, including Mr. Elliott, our esteemed president." He mounted the steps heavily and stood contemplating the small hand still within the larger, browner one. "The introductions seem to have outstripped me," he remarked, "but er any objection to shaking hands with me, too, Mr. O'Mara?" Stephen laughed aloud. Allison's attempted lugubrity was really funny.
Finally she put her lips up, and touched her aunt's cheek, and whispered, "Don't cry, Cloudy dear!" and just then she heard Allison's key in the lock. She sprang up, drew her bath-robe about her, and ran down to whisper to him on the stairs what had happened. "Well, it's plain she cares," whispered Allison sadly, gravely, turning his face away from the light. "I say, Les, we ought to do something.
Twice, since he has been displeased with me, I have rebelled in my heart once when he refused to give me Miss Allison's letter, and again when he sent mammy away; it was only for a few moments each time; but it was very wicked, and I am very sorry." Sobs choked her utterance. "Poor darling!" said Adelaide, crying bitterly.
Lady Kew, coming to London, attended on the party, and presented her granddaughter with a sixpenny pincushion. The Colonel had sent Ethel a beautiful little gold watch and chain. Her aunt had complimented her with that refreshing work, "Allison's History of Europe," richly bound. Lady Kew's pincushion made rather a poor figure among the gifts, whence probably arose her ladyship's ill-humour.
Elsie laid the letter down by her plate, and putting aside, for the present, her curiosity in regard to it, went on with her meal. "From whom can it have come?" she asked herself, while listening half absently to extracts from Mr. Allison's epistle; "not from him surely, the hand is so very unlike that of the one he sent me in Lansdale."
Let me do something. Is there no one else you would like to see? Shall I fetch Mr. Curzon?" Allison's eyes unclosed, dimmed already by the gathering haze of death. "Bless you, missy; this ain't no place for you, though it's good of you to come. Good-bye. God bless you! You get home again; it will hurt you to see me suffer." Once more that half-blind appeal to the Higher Power of which Mr.
He ran upstairs to make his last preparations, wrote a few lines to Letty describing Mrs. Allison's plight and the errand on which he was bound, and in half an hour was at Charing Cross. "Did you ring, my lady?" "Yes. Kenrick, if Lady Maxwell calls to see me to-night, you will say, please, that I am particularly engaged, and unable to receive anyone."
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