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And what might you be wanting of us this time?" "Madam," I answered, "that, I hope, is fairly evident." Ronald came forward. "I congratulate you, St. Ives, with all my heart. And you may congratulate me: I have my commission." "Nay, then," said I, "let me rather congratulate France that the war is over. Seriously, my dear fellow, I wish you joy. What's the regiment?" "The 4-th." "Chevenix's!"
My advice to you is to get out as soon as you can. And when you're in town, command me." They parted firm friends. Mrs. Wilmot remained, against her inmost judgment, against her maid Purcell's clear advice, for one more day. The night of Chevenix's departure she was there, and on the morrow was to be conveyed to the Trenchards', across the county.
He'd take it from me better than from anyone else like Senhouse." "Mr. Senhouse would never touch him," she was sure. He dropped in Chevenix's estimation immediately. "Quaker, eh? I didn't know that." Sanchia explained. "He can't be changed in those sort of things. He would only use force against wild beasts." "Well," cried Chevenix, "what do you think Nevile's going to be?
I saw he had something to say; I did not think it was his own something; and I was ready to offer a large bet it was really something of Major Chevenix's. "Well, and so here you are!" I observed, with pointless cordiality, for I was bound I should do nothing to help him out. If he were, indeed, here running errands for my rival, he might have a fair field, but certainly no favour.
I come here to a house which belonged to Nevile's father, an old, old friend, and I find installed a young lady who does not dine who is extremely capable. I am bewildered, naturally." Chevenix's "I know, I know," and his friendly nods ran on as an accompaniment. "And then," said she, raising her voice, "I find that this young lady and you are old friends.
Presently after she saw the process. It consisted in violent effort on Chevenix's part, languid attention from the other. Morosine dreamed over the speaker as if he were a lost soul. Then, his consideration being caught, he looked about him, and presently fixed upon her his melancholy eyes. She felt a little shiver, the sensation of goose-flesh in the spine not unpleasantly.
She was my dearest friend, and is so still, I hope." The solemnity of his intended message clouded Mr. Chevenix's candid brow. "She's still at Wanless, you know." Senhouse set a watch upon himself. "No doubt she is," he said. "She's well?" The other probed him. "She's never made it up with her people. I think she feels it nowadays." Senhouse asked sharply, "Where's Ingram?"
"Right," said Chevenix. Her spirits on the rebound, her courage waving in her face, like the flag on a citadel, she hesitated at nothing. On Chevenix's suggestion that they must "play the game with Nevile," she told her betrothed what she proposed to do. He had raised his eyebrows, but said, "Why not?"
She looked at me with what seemed anger. "I tell you the man stared," she said. And Ronald added: "O, I don't think he meant any harm. I suppose he was just surprised to see us walking about with a pr with M. Saint-Yves." But the next morning, when I went to Chevenix's rooms, and after I had dutifully corrected his exercise "I compliment you on your taste," said he to me.
She looked at me with what seemed anger. 'I tell you the man stared, she said. And Ronald added. 'Oh, I don't think he meant any harm. I suppose he was just surprised to see us walking about with a pr with M. Saint-Yves. But the next morning, when I went to Chevenix's rooms, and after I had dutifully corrected his exercise 'I compliment you on your taste, said he to me.
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