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Dare, who had been on the lookout for them for some time, offered to lift out Molly, helped out Ruth, held the baskets, wished to unharness the donkey, let the wheel go over his patent leather shoe, and in short made himself excessively agreeable, if not in Ruth's, at least in Molly's eyes, who straightway entered into conversation with him, and invited him to call upon herself and the guinea-pigs at Atherstone at an early date.
And then, in the full view of the Atherstone windows, of the butler, and of the dog-cart at the front door, Dare embraced him, kissing the blushing and disconcerted Charles on both cheeks. Then, in a moment, before the latter had recovered his self-possession, Dare had darted to the dog-cart, and was driving away.
It was a sore trial to Maddy to write to Lucy Atherstone, but she offered no remonstrance, and so accompanying the picture was a little note, filled mostly with praises of Mr. Guy, and which would be very gratifying to the unsuspecting Lucy.
He had been gradually working himself up to the highest pitch of pleasurable excitement and emotion; and now, seeing Ralph the prosaic approaching, he fled precipitately into the house, caught up his hat and stick, hardly glancing at himself in the hall-glass, and, entirely forgetting his promise to Charles to remain at Atherstone till the latter returned from Vandon, followed the impulse of the moment, and struck across the fields in the direction of Slumberleigh.
But I should like to come up here pretty often, Miss Atherstone, and talk to you. I shouldn't wonder if I agreed with you more than I do with your father. Do you see any objection?" He stood leaning on the back of a chair, looking at her with his queer simplicity. She smiled back. "Not the least. Come when you like."
He kept it bound up, telegraphed to put off his next shooting engagement on the strength of it, and returned to Atherstone, even though he was aware that Lady Mary had arrived there the day before, on her way home to her house in London.
"Or fools rush in with their word where you and I should fear to tread, and spoil everything." "Yes." "And have you been holding the wool and tying up the flowers, as you so graphically described, ever since you left Atherstone in July?" "I hope I have; I have tried."
Lady Caroom sighed for a moment as she read the letter, but immediately afterwards her face cleared. "After all, I think it is best," she murmured, "and Atherstone is such a dear." The bishop sat down amidst a little murmur of applause.
They've been just gorging chickens this last year nasty beasts! That don't matter much, however. No. 4 Ah-ha!" he rubbed his hands "I'm on the track of that old hypocrite, Burton of Martover " "Burton! one of the best men in the country!" cried Atherstone, indignantly. "You're quite mistaken, Lord Coryston!" "Am I!" cried Coryston, with equal indignation "not a bit of it.
Are you coming in, Uncle Charles? There's just room for you to squeeze in between Ruth and me isn't there, Ruth? Oh, you're not going to walk beside, are you?" But Charles was determined not to let them out of his sight again, and he walked beside them the remainder of the way to Atherstone.
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