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Now King Alymer had listened to Fykenyld's words, and though he did not believe Hynde Horn would forget his daughter, he did believe that Hynde Horn might be dead. Thus it was that he commanded Princess Jean to look no longer for the return of Hynde Horn, but without more delay to marry Prince Fykenyld.
"But I've not the smallest wish to be in Sir Edwin's clutches, so why should I try to imagine it?... and you're not at all polite, are you?" "I'm honest anyway; and I'll warrant that's more than he can rise to." "But really, dear Alymer," reverting again to the mocking tone, "at what period of your friendship with him have you had occasion to find him out?" "Your sarcasm won't frighten me.
She made Alymer promise to run across and see how she was, if possible, and then departed without any suspicions or forebodings, with Dudley and Dick to join the rest of the party at Hull, whence they were to start for the Fiords. When she returned early in September, Lorraine was still away, and her letters gave no hint of returning.
When the prince was well, King Alymer listened to the story the lad had to tell, the story of his ruined home, his lost kingdom, his suffering at the hands of the cruel King Mury. And King Alymer, for he was gentle at heart, shed a tear as he heard. 'Thou shalt stay at our court, Hynde Horn, he said, 'and learn all that a prince should learn.
He was hers hers hers. Why stop to question or demur? What did anything matter but that he had loved her so long and faithfully; and that at last she loved him? In a stress of unendurable emotion, she got up unsteadily, and left the court. A quarter of an hour later, Alymer finished his speech, and sat down instantly turning his head to look for her.
He spoke of her quite frankly as his niece, and Hal more or less acquiesced, because it was simpler to arrange an afternoon's golf, for Dudley had managed to become very thoroughly absorbed in Doris, and she aksed no questions. The only two to raise any real objections were Dick and Alymer Hermon.
As long as she did not shut out his library sunlight, nor bring her pet clergyman into his sanctum, he found it easy to balance her sterling companionable qualities against certain others of a trying nature, and go serenely on his philosophical way. Undoubtedly Alymer was a well-selected mixture of both parents.
Alymer went out into the streets wondering at himself vaguely, and yet with a pleasant glow of memory. He felt it bewildering that Lorraine Vivian, whose favours were so eagerly sought by men, should have allowed him to kiss her. It seemed something apart altogether from her generous friendship and helpful influence.
It was not difficult for Alymer to persuade himself that a little diplomacy on his part would probably assuage his aunt's wish to upset his friendship, and incidentally allay his mother's fears; but, as it happened no one having his welfare so exceedingly at heart over this matter with the actress was in any degree as amenable or as quietly pacified as he imagined.
"Oh, nonsense, Lorraine. Besides, he is hardly a man yet. He's only twenty-four." "I can't help that," with a little laugh. "I've seen a great many men in my life, but I've never seen any one before like Alymer Hermon." "Why in the world not? What do you mean?" "Well, to begin with, he's the most perfect specimen of manhood I've ever beheld.
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