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"If," said Calder slowly, "there are any girls, either down here or in London, whom you're quite sure you'll never want to marry, I should like to be introduced to one of 'em, Charlie, if you've no objections." "What do you mean?" "Why, in fact, during this last week, Charlie, I have come to have a great esteem for Miss Bushell. There's about her a something a solidity "
The temple was empty, and Charlie, looking round in vexation, added: "So has she, by Jingo!" He sat down disconsolately on the low marble seat that ran round the little shrine. There were no signs of the book of which he had spoken to Millie Bushell. There were no signs of anybody whom he could have meant to address. Stay! One sign there was: a long hat-pin lay on the floor.
Baker that he had two thousand dollars which he wanted to send home to his partner, and he asked her if she could take it for him when she went back. "Well, indeed, indeed, I'm thankful I'm not going, Mr. Bushell!" Mrs. Baker said. "And I wouldn't have supposed I could be, I'm so homesick.
As he went, as Victor reached the stragglers in the water, a slim figure in white, with a smile on her face, stole cautiously from the temple and disappeared in the wood behind. Charlie saw her go, but he held poor Millie's head remorselessly tight towards the other bank. And that was the last he saw of the Lady of the Pool. Millie Bushell landed, her dripping clothes clinging round her.
"She can't help that, poor girl." "A solidity of mind," said Calder, a little stiffly. "Oh, I beg pardon. But I say, Calder, what are you driving at?" "Charlie! Charlie!" sounded from outside. "Tea's ready." Calder rose and took Charlie by the arm. "Should I be safe," he asked solemnly, "in allowing myself to fall in love with Miss Bushell, or are you likely to step in again?" "You mean it?
I'm I'm frightened," and her healthy color paled a trifle, as she laid a hand on Charlie's arm. "I tell you what," observed Charlie. "If you have fancies of this kind you'd better not come here any more not in the evening, at all events. You know people who think they're going to see things always do see 'em." "My heart is positively beating," said Miss Bushell.
"Oh, poor dear Miss Bushell!" laughed Mrs. Marland; and, when Charlie looked inquiringly at her, she shook her head. "You see, I know something of young men," she explained. "I wish to goodness," remarked the Reverend Sigismund Taylor rubbing the bridge of his nose with a corner of the Manual, "that the Vicar had never introduced auricular confession.
I should like to see him just once again. Dear old Pool." said she. Then she suddenly began to laugh an action only to be excused in one in her position, and burdened with her sins, by the fact of her having at the moment a peculiarly vivid vision of Millie Bushell going head first out of a canoe.
"Could I fancy," pursued Agatha, in despairing playfulness mimicking Uncle Van's manner, "how Miss Bushell looked, and how Victor looked, and how everybody looked? Could I fancy it? Why, I was there!" "There! Where?" "Why, in that wretched little temple. I was the girl, Mrs. Blunt. I I I was the milkmaid, as Mr. Sutton says. I was the country wench! Oh dear! oh dear! oh dear!" Mrs.
The few of us that were left were all for the lanes, and very accommodating the one between Newton Bushell and the Forty-foot Bank was, the hounds running parallel within a hundred yards on the left for nearly a mile.
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