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But I ordered my motor-car and I drove up here to tell you that if you like to come down to the house in the country where I have been living to which Bernadine was to have come to-night yes, and bring your friend, too, if you will you shall look through them before anyone else can arrive." "You are very kind," Peter murmured. "Tell me where it is that you live?"
"Marsine has been living in Germany, has he not?" he asked. "He is a personal friend of the Kaiser," Sogrange replied. They both looked up and listened to the crackling of the electricity above their heads. "I expect Bernadine is a little annoyed," Peter remarked. "It isn't pleasant to be out of the party," Sogrange agreed.
Bernadine howled aloud. Mrs. Caldwell was not at home; but the cry brought Mrs. Davy out in her spectacles. When she saw the child's dangerous predicament, she seized Beth and shook her emphatically. "Oh, thank you," said Beth. "What 'a' you bin doin' now, you bad girl?" said Mrs. Davy. "Hold on, missy," she called up to Bernadine. "We'll soon 'ave ye down. You're all right!
You two gentlemen whom I have the honor to receive as my guests," he concluded, filling his glass and bowing towards them, "in your present unfortunate predicament represent precisely the position of your two countries." "Ave Caesar!" Peter muttered grimly, raising his glass to his lips. Bernadine accepted the challenge.
"There is little else to do." Bernadine bit his lip. "My absence from this country, I fear, has robbed you of an occupation." "It has certainly deprived life of some of its savor," Peter admitted, blandly. "By the bye, will you not present me to your friend? I have the utmost sympathy with the intrepid political party of which he is a member."
Bernadine passed into the shadows and sank into a steamer chair by the side of his travelling companion. Peter continued his lonely walk, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his overcoat, his eyes fixed upon the Folkestone lights, becoming every moment clearer and clearer. At Charing Cross all was as Sogrange had indicated.
The things she says, you know!" "Oh, well, yes," Mrs. Caldwell allowed. "She certainly says things sometimes, but that's not much comfort when you never know what she'll be doing. Now Mildred has never given me a moment's anxiety in her life, except on account of her delicate health, poor little body; and Bernadine is a dear, sweet little thing.
Shepherd & Hargreaves became at liberty to sell those vessels, and that I have bought them. You will have to give up that money, Major Kosuth." "By God, he shall!" the American muttered. Bernadine leaned a little towards his enemy. "You must give us a minute or two," he insisted. "We shall not go away, I promise you. Within five minutes you shall hear our decision."
Sometimes, when Bernadine was badly mauled, she lost her temper, and threatened to tell mamma. But Beth could always punish her, and did so, by refusing to fight next time, although, without that recreation, life were a blank. Harriet always cleared away obstacles to give them room, and then sat down to eat her dinner, and watch the fight.
Peter was not on his guard and a little exclamation escaped him. "Bernadine!" he murmured, softly. "So the game begins once more!" His interest was unmistakable. It was not only the chill November air which had brought a touch of colour to his cheeks and the light to his eyes. "You seem pleased," Sir William Bounderby remarked, curiously. "You do know the fellow, then? Friend of yours, perhaps?"
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