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"I can not explain, Ascott, why it is that any of us are what we are, and why things happen to us as they do; it is a question we none of us understand, and in this world never shall. But if we know what we ought to be, and how we may make the best of every thing, good or bad, that happens to us, surely that is enough without perplexing ourselves about any thing more."
"You ought to try; it will be still more difficult later," she observed, backing her horse so that she might inspect her handiwork from the proper point of view. Portlaw looked askance at the sign. It warned people not to shoot, fish, cut trees, dam streams, or build fires under penalty of the law; and was signed, "Alida Ascott." "You didn't have any up before, did you?" he asked innocently.
"You know well we have never begged or borrowed from any body, and hardly ever been indebted to any body, except for the extra lessons that Mr. Lyon would insist upon giving to Ascott at home." Here Johanna suddenly stopped, and Hilary, with a slight color rising in her face, said
Couldn't you tell me what he meant? I'll promise to do it." "I suppose," she answered, laughing, "that he meant me to write a note to Alida Ascott, making a personal appeal for your reception. He spoke of it; but, Mr. Portlaw, I am scarcely on such a footing with her." Portlaw was so innocently delighted with the idea which bore Malcourt's stamp of authority, that young Mrs.
But for the illumination she had received, Alma would have felt surprised at meeting Cyrus Redgrave in these assemblies; formerly she had thought of him as belonging to a sphere somewhat above her own, a quasi-aristocratic world, in which Sibyl Carnaby, the daughter of Mrs. Ascott Larkfield, also moved by right of birth and breeding. Sibyl, however, was not above accepting Mrs.
I can bear any thing as long as I have you" And so in this simple and natural way the miserable secret about Ascott came out. Being once out, it did not seem half so dreadful; nor was its effect nearly so serious as Miss Hilary and Elizabeth had feared.
But oh, the bitterness of knowing, and feeling sure Elizabeth knew too, the thing for which she thanked her; and that not to mention Ascott's name was the greatest kindness the faithful servant could show toward the family. Ascott Leaf never came home.
This thought, with some others that it occasioned, her unwonted state of Idleness and the dullness of every thing about her what is so dull as a "quiet" London street on a summer evening? actually made Elizabeth stand, motionless and meditative, for a quarter of an hour. Then she started to hear two cabs drive up to the door; the "family" had at length arrived. Ascott was there too.
However, we must make the best of him; I don't repent any thing I've done for him." "I hope not," said Miss Leaf, gravely. And then there ensued an uncomfortable pause, which was happily broken by the opening of the door, and the sweeping in of a large, goodly figure. "My sister, Mr. Ascott; my sister Selina." The little stout man actually started, and, as he bowed, blushed up to the eyes.
So she proposed going to the "Old Bell," Holborn. "A capital place!" exclaimed Ascott, eagerly. "And I'll take and settle you there: and we'll order supper, and make a jolly night of it. All right. Drive on, cabby."
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