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She had peered into the darkness made denser by the light rain, and had caught a glimpse of a man standing erect without his coat, the light of the torches bringing his figure into high relief whose she could not tell, the bushes were so thick. The colonel brushed everybody aside and pulled Kate, half fainting, into the room. Then he faced Mrs. Cheston. "What has happened?" he asked sharply.
Cheston, who rarely ceased talking when she had anything to say and she generally did have something to say folded her hands in her lap and settled herself in her arm-chair, her whole attention fastened on the reader. St. George, who had been talking to her, moved up a chair so he could watch Kate's face the better.
This was not indeed my own invention, but was given me by one that had practised it with success, and my governess liked it extremely; and indeed I tried it again several times, though never twice near the same place; for the next time I tried it in White Chapel, just by the corner of Petticoat Lane, where the coaches stand that go out to Stratford and Bow, and that side of the country, and another time at the Flying Horse, without Bishopgate, where the Cheston coaches then lay; and I had always the good luck to come off with some booty.
Moorlands without old Alec would hive been a wheel without a hub. As a distinct feature of all these preparations and this was the best part of the programme Harry was to meet Kate at the outer gate supported by half a dozen of his young friends and hers Dr. Teackle, Mark Gilbert, Langdon Willits, and one or two others while Mrs. Rutter, Mrs. Cheston, Mrs.
Only men whose blood and lineage have earned them freedom from toil, or men whose brains throb clear to their finger-tips, have such hands. Yes! St. George is very happy to-night, and I know why. He has something on his mind that he means to tell us later on." Mrs. Cheston was right: she generally was St.
Don't I tell ye dey's gwineter kill Marse Harry!" Mrs. Cheston, sitting beside Kate, was the only one who seemed to understand. "Alec!" she called in her imperious voice "Alec! come to me at once! What is the matter?" The old butler shambled forward and stood trembling, the tears streaming down his cheeks. "Yes, mum I'm yere! Oh, can't ye git de colonel ain't nobody else'll do " "Is it a duel?"
Cheston who had forgiven him his escapade, and who was always laughing at what she called the pump-handle shakes of some of the underdone aristocrats about her, had to whisper to the nearest guest "Watch Harry, my dear, if you would see how a thoroughbred manages his legs and arms when he wishes to do honor to a woman. Admirable! charming! No young man of my time ever did better." And Mrs.
Cheston calls you 'My Lord Chesterfield' I heard her say so to-night." "Yes, I know, Kate" he softened "that's what father said about my being polite to him but all the same I didn't want Willits invited, and it's only because father insisted that he's here.
The house was filled with an attentive audience. At eleven o'clock, the chair was taken by the President of the Trustees, Mr. Galloway Cheston. The orchestra of the Peabody Institute, directed by Professor Asger Hamerik, performed several pieces of classical music. A prayer was then offered up by Rev.
Cheston, as was her usual custom, issued invitations for a ball this one in honor of the officers who had distinguished themselves in the Mexican War.
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