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But after being advertised as "absconded," Ascott never would, never could, come home any home. Taking as cool and business-like a tone as she could, she returned the paper to the detective. "This is a summary proceeding. Is there no way of avoiding it?" "One, Miss," replied the man, very respectfully. "If the family would pay the debt." "Do you know how much it is?" "Eighty pounds." "Ah!"
Coarse and common, certainly; but if we were to hate every thing coarse or common, we should find plenty to hate. Besides, though he does his kindness in an unpleasant way, think how very, very kind he has been to Ascott." "Johanna, I think you would find a good word for the de'il himself, as we used to say," cried Hilary, laughing. "Well, Selina; and what is your opinion of our stout friend?"
And then, as she flung herself on the sofa oh, sad mischance! she caught sight of her nephew standing at the school-room door, grinning with intense delight, and making faces at her behind her back. It was too much. The poor lady had no more words left to scold with; but she rushed up to Ascott, and big lad as he was, she soundly boxed his ears. On this terrible climax let the curtain fall.
Enemy, however, is a large word to use; and yet day by day her feelings grew more bitter toward the person concerned namely. Mr. Ascott Leaf.
Ascott! will you explain yourself?" "I will, ma'am. It's a very unpleasant business I come about; any other gentleman but me would have come with a police officer at his back. Look here, Miss Hilary Leaf did you ever set eyes on this before?"
Selina was extremely shocked, and considered it quite necessary that the London Directory, the nearest clergyman, or, perhaps, Mr. Ascott, who living in the parish, must know should be consulted as to Miss Balquidder's respectability. "She has much more reason to question ours," recollected Hilary, with some amusement; for I never told her my name or address.
She could feel, though she was not accustomed to analyze her feelings. But she looked dull and sad. Not cross, even Ascott could not have accused her of "savageness." And yet she had been somewhat tried.
Personally she and Portlaw had been rather fond of one another; and to avoid trouble incident on hot temper Alida Ascott decamped, intending to cool off in the Palm Beach surf and think it over; but she met Portlaw at Palm Beach that winter, and Portlaw dodged the olive branch and neglected her so selfishly that she determined then and there upon his punishment, now long overdue.
It was his first visit since he had gone to London: Mr. Ascott, he said, objected to holidays. But now, from some unexplained feeling, Johanna in her convalescence longed after the boy no longer a boy, however, but nearly twenty, and looking fully his age. How proud his aunts were to march him up the town, and hear every body's congratulations on his good looks and polished manners!
But I played like a dub I'd been riding and walking and canoeing all day with Mrs. Ascott and I was terribly sleepy. "So come on up, Louis. I'll forgive you but don't mind if I growl at you before Mrs. Ascott as she thinks I ought to discipline you. And, confound it, I ought to, and I will, too, if you don't look out. But I'll be devilish glad to see you. "Yours, "W. VAN BEUREN PORTLAW."
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