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You are a good fellow. Don't bother your brains about such nonsense." The third of November, Edmonson and Lord Bulchester sailed from Liverpool in the "Ariel" for Boston. The winds were baffling, and Edmonson and Lord Bulchester had a longer voyage than they had counted upon.
To show how I profit by your sageness, let us drop all thought of this royal maiden who is probably out of my reach, and attend to the other business. It is good to have a sympathetic friend, Bul." They talked for nearly an hour after this, but not about Edmonson's wooing. When Bulchester left, the other sat looking after him a moment.
Indeed, don't you see that a man who meditated mischief wouldn't make such a speech at all?" "If the man were Mr. Edmonson he might, and to Lord Bulchester who, he knows, never would do anything against him. But Lord Bulchester is uncomfortable. I saw it yesterday; and perhaps wondering over that was what made me put everything together.
I could see I interested her more than anybody else did, but I had hard work sometimes to know how to answer her queer sayings, for I could scarcely tell what she was talking about." "You don't like that," suggested Bulchester. "You like ladies who lead in society." "Well," assented Edmonson, "I know.
The other felt that caution was his strong point, and Edmonson's diplomacy would not assault this vigorously; his aim had been merely to warn Bulchester and strengthen the defences.
"But, on your honor, you are not to betray my plans, or I have no chance at all," he added, suddenly facing his companion. "What do you take me for, a traitor?" "No," exclaimed Edmonson with an oath. "For a tattler, then?" "No," came the answer again. "Only, inadvertence is sometimes as mischievous in its results." "I, inadvertent?" cried Bulchester. His listener smiled slyly.
"I may not be home until late," he said to Bulchester. "I shall tackle pater-familias first, then the young lady herself. It is possible they will invite me to tea, you know. Don't wait for me if you find anything to do or anywhere to go in this puritanical hole."
Elizabeth seemed to see no one but her friend, she went up to the chair, and said to her softly, pleadingly, "Good by, Katie." But Katie turned away her head. The door closed, Elizabeth had gone. Gerald Edmonson, Esquire, and Lord Bulchester drove leisurely through the streets of the London of 1743.
For that very reason I shall probably be extremely sensible." Edmonson smiled, half in amusement, half in contempt. "Suppose the lady should be so too?" he asked slyly; then added, "I hope she will, Bulchester, and take you. I don't know her name yet." "Nor I. But I don't want to consider only the rent-roll of the future Lady Bulchester."
In a moment, however, he added gravely, "I am afraid my suit to your sister has damaged my prospects in another quarter, at least the matrimonial part of them, and I can hardly expect to be so successful otherwise as to enable me to marry a lady whose face is her fortune." "Hardly, with your tastes," said Bulchester. "But, for my part, I am glad that I can afford to be sentimental if I like.
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