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It will be very easy for you to run down and give us a few hours now and then." "Tha-anks," said Capt. Barold. He was decently civil, if not enthusiastic, during the few remaining hours of his stay. He sauntered through the grounds with Lucia, who took charge of him in obedience to her grandmother's wish. He did not find her particularly troublesome when she was away from her ladyship's side.
"I shall be sorry to leave you, and aunt Belinda is going with us. You don't expect me to be very fond of Slowbridge, do you, and to be sorry I can't take Mrs. Burnham and the rest?" Barold was present when she made this speech, and it rather rankled. "Am I one of 'the rest'?" he inquired, the first time he found himself alone with her.
Such a companion as Lucia would be, if you would kindly permit her to spend an evening with us now and then, would certainly improve and modify her greatly. Mr. Francis Barold is is, I think, of the same opinion; at least, I fancied I gathered as much from a few words he let fall." "Francis Barold?" repeated Lady Theobald. "And what did Francis Barold say?"
Francis Barold crossed the threshold, followed by the tall, square-shouldered builder of mills, who was a strong, handsome man, and bore himself very well, not seeming to mind at all the numerous eyes fixed upon him. "I did not know," said Barold, "that we should find you had guests.
"Ah!" deigned Barold: "she has sang-froid enough and to spare." He was silent for some time afterward, and sat smoking later than usual. When he was about to leave the room for the night, he made an announcement for which his host was not altogether prepared. "When the fete is over, my dear fellow," he said, "I must go back to London, and I shall be deucedly sorry to do it."
"Ah!" exclaimed Barold impatiently: "I was not looking at it from her point of view, but from his." Mr. Burmistone slipped his hands in his pockets, and jingled his keys slightly, as he did once before in an earlier part of this narrative. "Ah! from his," he repeated. "Not from hers. His point of view would differ from hers naturally."
"I should like to know," thought Barold, growing sulkier as the others grew merrier, "I should like to know what she finds so interesting in him, and why she chooses to treat him better than she treats me; for she certainly does treat him better."
"I can assure you, Lydia," she said, "that I have not slept for three nights, I have been so harassed. Here, on one hand, is Mr. Francis Barold, who must be invited; and on the other is Mr.
Barold glance from her to Lucia, who stood near; and when I said, 'You are thinking of the contrast between them, he answered, 'Yes, they differ very greatly, it is true; and of course I knew that my poor Octavia could not have the advantage in his eyes. She feels this herself, I know.
"Yes, there are," she remarked; "but no one would care about them here, and so I'm not going to make a fuss. You don't want to make a fuss over people you l-like." "You don't," said Lucia. "You are like Francis Barold in one way, but you are altogether different in another.
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