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"I don't know as to that; but he is much hurt, and Lily has gone to see what is the matter with him." Mrs. Braefield, in her frank outspoken way, "I don't take much to girls of Lily's age in general, though I am passionately fond of children. You know how I do take to Lily; perhaps because she is so like a child. But she must be an anxious charge to you." Mrs.
Mrs. Braefield was right: her mind was still so unformed. What she did talk about in that first talk between them that could make the meditative Kenelm listen so mutely, so intently, I know not, at least I could not jot it down on paper.
No doubt Kenelm held his own at the banquet, and did his best to increase the general gayety, for whenever he spoke the children listened eagerly, and when he had done they laughed mirthfully. "The fair face I promised you," whispered Mrs. Braefield, "is not here yet. I have a little note from the young lady to say that Mrs.
A man of broad smooth forehead, keen hazel eyes, firm lips and jaw; with a happy contentment in himself, his house, the world in general, mantling over his genial smile, and outspoken in the metallic ring of his voice. "You will stay and dine with us, of course," said Mr. Braefield; "and, unless you want very much to be in town to-night, I hope you will take a bed here." Kenelm hesitated.
Braefield listened to this speech with pleased attention, and as it came to its close, the name of Lily trembled on her tongue, for she divined that when he spoke of home Lily was in his thoughts; but she checked the impulse, and replied by a generalized platitude. "Certainly the first thing in life is to secure a happy and congenial home.
"Good-by, Will; I shall come to see you again soon; and my mother gives me a commission to buy I don't know how many specimens of your craft." A SMART pony-phaeton, with a box for a driver in livery equally smart, stood at the shop-door. "Now, Mr. Chillingly," said Mrs. Braefield, "it is my turn to run away with you; get in!" "Eh!" murmured Kenelm, gazing at her with large dreamy eyes.
Braefield happened to be on a visit in the neighbourhood, and saw her at church, how he had sought an introduction to her, and how at first she rather disliked him than not; but he was so good and so kind, and when at last he proposed and she had frankly told him all about her girlish flight and infatuation how generously he had thanked her for a candour which had placed her as high in his esteem as she had been before in his love.
Kenelm averted his head, and then replied, not with his wonted courtesy, but briefly and brusquely, "I fear I cannot call to-morrow. I shall be far away by sunrise." Lily made no answer, but turned back into the room. Mr. Braefield found the gardener watering a flower-border, conferred with him about the heart's-ease, and then joined Kenelm, who had halted a few yards beyond the garden-gate.
Kenelm said this very softly; and in the warmer light of his musing eyes, the sweeter play of his tranquil smile, there was an expression which did not belie his words. "You have not told me where you have found a lodging," said Mrs. Braefield, somewhat abruptly. "Did I not?" replied Kenelm, with an unconscious start, as from an abstracted reverie.
"You understand," said Lily, placing her hand on his arm, and drawing him towards what she thought the best light for the picture; "it is Blanche's first sight of a bird. Look well at her face; don't you see a sudden surprise, half joy, half fear? She ceases to play with the reel. Her intellect or, as Mr. Braefield would say, 'her instinct' is for the first time aroused.
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