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"I don't quite like it," murmured Sir Francis. "Not the right thing, you know." Larssen did not answer, but Olive rejoined sharply: "What does it matter if it helps to get the flotation off and make money?" "Well, perhaps so. Still " "Can you fix up St Aubyn and Carleton-Wingate?" asked Larssen. "Quickly?" "Yes, I expect so. But has Clifford approved this scheme?" "Of course."
But if I'm rather desultory I always enjoy reading, because books give me so many new ideas, and it's delightful to have always something fresh to think about." "Yes, yes," rejoined St Aubyn. "I don't know what you read, of course, but it's clear you don't read many novels." "Novels!" exclaimed Austin scornfully. "How can people read novels, when there are so many other books in the world?"
"You found Mr St Aubyn at home?" Austin had been unusually silent up till then, being somewhat preoccupied with the experiences of the afternoon. He wanted to ask his aunt all manner of questions, but scarcely liked to do so as long as the servant was waiting. But now he could hold out no longer. "Yes even more interesting than I hoped," he answered.
In the Civil War Sir Francis Basset held the Mount for the Royal cause, but surrendered after a gallant defence when his case became hopeless. The Mount is now the seat of Lord St. Levan, the representative of the St. Aubyn family, who gained possession after the Bassets; and the little hamlet of St. Michael lying at its foot is occupied by their retainers.
"You're Rosalie, aren't you?" inquired Ponders, putting his hands in his pockets and stretching out his stomach like one much at his ease. "Rosalie Aubyn. You come with your Auntie. What's your Pa?" "A clergyman, Mr. Ponders." "Oh, he's a clergyman, is he?" Mr.
Of course St Aubyn said, as in duty bound, that he hoped the countess would have the pleasure of meeting Austin's aunt some day under his own roof, and Aunt Charlotte acknowledged the courtesy in fitting terms. So the visit was quite a success, and Austin felt much more at his ease now that he could talk to his aunt about St Aubyn as one whom they both knew.
The boy accepts such an attitude as natural, perhaps, but he resents it nevertheless, and never gives the man his confidence. The perfect manners of St Aubyn won Austin's heart at once, and he responded with a modest ardour that touched and gratified his host. The Court, too, exceeded his expectations.
More than a week had elapsed since his day at the Court, and he began to think that now he really might venture to go and call. So off he set one sunny afternoon, and with rather a beating heart presented himself at the park gates. Here, however, a disappointment awaited him. The lodge-keeper shook his head, and announced that Mr St Aubyn was away and wouldn't be back till night.
Some of them are behind me. Don't you feel a wind?" "Indeed I don't," said St Aubyn. "There's not a breath stirring anywhere." They were standing side by side. Austin gently put out his right hand and grasped St Aubyn's left. "Now don't you feel anything?" he asked. "Yes a sort of thrill. A tingling in my arm," replied St Aubyn. "That's rather strange. But it comes from you, not from " He paused.
Aubyn lay awake, following with restless eyes the stars in their courses, and wondering whether from some far-off, unknown spot his lost boy might not be watching them also. Dawn, grey and misty, enwrapped the little village when I was startled from my sleep by a noisy chorus of voices and a busy hurrying of footsteps.
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