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Beauvayse responds with the air of one who has suffered boredom from the too frequent enumeration of this conjecture. "Not knowing, can't say." And there is another silence. "How she got the maggot into her head," presently resumes Lady Hannah's spouse, "I can't think.
Beauvayse bade the ladies good-morning, and swung himself into the saddle. "Au revoir, Miss Mildare. Please get under cover at once." The proprietorship in the tone stung Saxham to wincing. "Good-morning, ma'am," he cried to the Mother-Superior, "we know you ignore bullets. So long, Doctor. Hope I shan't count one in your day's casualty-bag. Ready, boys?"
"Thank you, ma'am. There's no stealing a march on you," Beauvayse said to the Mother-Superior, touching his hat with his gay, swaggering grace, as she emptied a bowl of red water on the ground, and whisked the blue apron and sleeves back into the vast recesses of the mysterious pocket. "But you're spoiling us.
"Ought to be kept under glass, then," comments Lessie, "as a model husband. Now, my poor " Lynette interrupts, with angry emphasis: "I will not hear Dr. Saxham mentioned in the same breath with Lord Beauvayse!" "He's dead let him be!" Beau's widow snarls, her mouth twisting.
"I shouldn't be in such a cast-iron hurry to swear if I were you," Captain Bingo replies judicially. "And I've heard you say the same about the others " "It was never true before. And she's a lady," pleads Beauvayse hotly. "A lady in manners, and education, and everything. The sort of girl one respects; the sort of girl one can talk to about one's mother and sisters "
Let me introduce you to Major Lord Henry Leighbury, D.S.O., Grenadier Guards, our D.A.A.G. Dr. Saxham, Colonel Ware, Baraland Rifles, and Sir George Wendysh, Wessex Regiment, commanding the Irregular Horse; Captain Bingham Wrynche, Royal Bay Dragoons, my senior aide-de-camp, and his junior, Lieutenant Lord Beauvayse, of the Grey Hussars. And Dr.
She's a lady, and the adopted daughter of an old friend of my wife's, and don't you forget it!" Bingo's gills are red, and he puffs and blows as large, excited, fleshy men are wont to. "If you do you'll answer to me!" "I tell you," Beauvayse cries, white-hot with passion, and raising his voice incautiously, "that I mean to marry her. I tell you again that I will div "
Tell me that you'll wait until I'm able to come to you and say: 'My beloved, the way's clear. Be my wife to-morrow!" His tone was masterful. His ardent eyes thrilled her. She murmured: "Beauvayse ...!" She swayed to him, as a young palm sways before a breeze, and he caught her in his strenuous, young embrace, and held her firmly against him.
A telephone-message come from our Colonel to say Brice's men was bad with rheumatism and dysentery but Brice is all right an' fit, Sir and" the pale eyes pleaded out of the brickdust-coloured face "I'd like the charnce o' gettin' nearer to the enemy, Sir an' that's the truth." Beauvayse conceded. "Very well.
What was Beauvayse whispering, so close to the delicate little ear that nestled under the red-brown hair-waves? Something that set his grey-green eyes gleaming dangerously, and lifted the wings of the fine nostrils, and opened the boldly-curved mouth in audacious laughter, under the short golden hairs of the clipped moustache. Somehow that laughter stung Saxham.
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