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He couldn't perceive that it was he himself that was not wanted, and that she cared not a button for anything he had done or left undone. He talked on perseveringly with the others, glancing stealthily at Bluebell tatting, till Cecil got up to make tea, when he moved to a seat nearer. "I wasn't out of uniform till four o'clock, Miss Leigh, or I should have been at the Rink." "So I suppose.
The sun was setting redly as she neared the cottage, and a young moon gaining brightness. Bluebell, remembering a childish superstition, paused to wish. The passage was dark as she entered, and her mother's tones, talking with great volubility, struck her ear. "Mamma has her company voice on," thought she, which, being interpreted, meant an increase of nervousness and consequent garrulity.
Uncle Bromley said to mamma, 'Where is your pretty governess, Lydia? Surely she is coming down to sing to us? And Sir Robert muttered something about 'a beautiful syren, and wanted to go up and fetch you." Bluebell was more gratified by the first part of this speech; that silly Sir Robert would spoil everything.
Leigh, and show her the advantages to her daughter, for they are rich as Croesus, and would pay anything for a fancy, surely she would not stand in her way." Mrs. Rolleston was meditating, and answered, rather inconsequently, "I feel greatly interested in Bluebell. I think she is very conscientious and right-minded. Mr.
Bluebell fell into a reverie, till something in the children's chatter attracted her attention. "Wasn't he nice this morning? Never saw him in such a good humour! Why, he hardly ever speaks to us! hates children, mamma says. Do you know, Miss Leigh, Uncle Bromley never walked with us so far before."
"We'll soon square that", said Du Meresq carelessly, "What do you think of Lascelles?" "Think of him?" repeated Bluebell, with passion "What should I think of him? I don't care if he dies to morrow!" "What, a good looking fellow like that?" said Du Meresq, jestingly, "and he admires you awfully." What a flash of those violet eyes regular blue lightning!
Rolleston agreed and interpreted it her own way. Bluebell drew a long rocking-chair by her side, and they fell into a pleasant little talk. Mrs. Rolleston always made a pet of this child; she was the best of step-mothers, but stood a little in awe of Cecil.
Lovely as it appeared it was a very oppressive day for a long walk; the white, glaring road seemed endless, and she half repented her offer. Bluebell was scarcely so strong as she had been, and, having to hurry a good deal to be back in time for luncheon, was quite pale and exhausted on re-entering the drawing-room, prize in hand.
You know his horror of 'danglers'; he is afraid of aimless flirtations with Bluebell, who, being also Cecil's companion, is constantly in the drawing-room." "Ah, my beloved niece," said Captain Du Meresq, as he gave Cecil considerable support from the ice to the platform. "What has given us this unexpected treat?" said she, with a warmer hue than usual in her clear, pale cheek.
The gentleman wouldn't 'ave you called hout of your name." Bluebell laughed at Mr. Dutton's slightly confused appearance, and asked if he thought his corrections would survive the force of example. "I might have known whom she had learnt it from." Then, after a moment's hesitation, he asked Bluebell if she could play chess; and, on her replying in the affirmative, he produced a pocket-board.
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