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"It is not advisable that you should stay after what you have just " "I knew that when I said it," interposed Bashville hastily and doggedly. "In going away you will be taking precisely the course that would be adopted by any gentleman who had spoken to the same effect. I am not offended by your declaration: I recognize your right to make it.
When she was again alone, she rose and walked slowly to and fro through the room, forgetting the lapse of time in the restless activity of her mind, until she was again interrupted, this time by Bashville. "Well?" He was daunted by her tone; for he had never before heard her speak haughtily to a servant. He did not understand that he had changed subjectively, and was now her accomplice.
Having just heard a great laugh, and seeing Cashel come down-stairs in high spirits, he stood stock- still, and did not know what to think. "Well, old chap," said Cashel, boisterously, slapping him on the shoulder, "so you're alive yet. Is there any one in the dining-room?" "No," said Bashville. "There's a thick carpet there to fall soft on," said Cashel, pulling Bashville into the room.
The sergeant, who was very tired and thirsty, wavered in his resolution to continue the pursuit. Lydia, as usual, treated the matter as settled. "Bashville," she said, "will you please show them the way, and see that they are satisfied." "Some thief has stole my coat," said Mellish, sullenly, to Bashville.
"Well," said Lucian, rising, "I am much indebted to you, Bashville, for your information; and I will take care to let Miss Carew know how you have " "Begging your pardon, sir," said Bashville; "but, if you please, no. I did not come to recommend myself at the cost of another man; and perhaps Miss Carew might not think it any great recommendation neither."
"Do YOU know what he is, sir?" said Bashville, returning Lucian's gaze steadily. Lucian changed countenance, and replaced a pen that had slipped from a rack on his desk. "He is not an acquaintance of mine," he said. "I only know him as a friend of Lord Worthington's." "Sir," said Bashville, with sudden vehemence, "he is no more to Lord Worthington than the racehorse his lordship bets on.
"Dancing and late hours are the matter," said Lydia, coolly. "The season is proving too much for you, Alice." "It is not the season; it is the man," said Alice, with a sob. "Indeed? I have been in conversation with the man for more than half an hour; and Bashville has been in actual combat with him; yet we are not in hysterics. You have been sitting here at your ease, have yon not?"
Cashel bade Lydia good-bye, and shook hands with her. As she went into the house, she asked Bashville whether Miss Goff was within. To her surprise, he paid no attention to her, but stared after the retreating cab. She repeated the question. "Madam," he said, recovering himself with a start, "she has asked for you four times."
Is there a race, or a fair, or any such thing in the neighborhood?" "Not that I am aware of, madam." Lydia dipped her pen in the ink and thought no more of the subject. Bashville returned to the castle, attired himself like a country gentleman of sporting tastes, and went out to enjoy his holiday. The forenoon passed away peacefully.
But instead of throwing his man, he found himself wedged into a collar formed by Cashel's arms, the least constriction of which would have strangled him. Cashel again roared with laughter as he released him. "That's the way, ain't it?" he said. "You can't catch an old fox twice in the same trap. Do you know any more falls?" "I do," said Bashville; "but I really can't show them to you here.
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