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Updated: June 22, 2025
When Miss Percival, looking frailer than she really was because of her black gown, fairer, that is, and paler, entered the hall, she found the party at a loose end. Mr. Chevenix was in a deep chair, turning over Bradshaw, and whistling softly to himself. Ingram, hands in pockets, was deprecating the portraits of his ancestors to the two ladies, who were not at all interested in them.
You must put your memory on the rack, Major, and when ye've remembered when and where ye've met him, be sure ye tell me." "I will not fail, sir," said Chevenix. "Seek to him!" cried Robbie, waving his hand as he departed. The Major, as soon as we were alone, turned upon me his impassive countenance. "Well," he said, "you have courage." "It is undoubted as your honour, sir," I returned, bowing.
"'Oh's the sort of expression one used at the time," said Chevenix. "There wasn't much else to be said. It was a holy row." He mused, he brooded, and said no more. Luckily for him, he discovered Dover at hand, and escaped. Mrs. Germain was put into a first-class carriage by two attendant squires, provided with tea and a foot-warmer; and then Chevenix bowed himself away and Senhouse disappeared.
Surely Flora would come: surely none of her guardians, natural or officious, would expect to find me at the ball. But the minutes passed, and I must convey Mrs. and Miss McBean back to their seats beneath the gallery. "Miss Gilchrist Miss Flora Gilchrist Mr. Ronald Gilchrist! Mr. Robbie! Major Arthur Chevenix!"
So had she had a vision, whose force was such that she could not continue to talk of such things. She had flashed her eyes upon him vividly for a moment, but was compelled to turn them away. He read in them a wild surmise; he thought that she understood him and was perturbed perturbed, but not displeased. The bustling entry of Chevenix, unannounced, prevented him from pursuing his campaign.
That was good enough for me. I got rid of Master Senhouse, and went off to town. He had no promises out of me, you may believe." Chevenix felt very sick, and looked it. "The less you say about your promises, my good chap, the better I'll take it." But Ingram by now had got back to his holier reminiscences:
Chevenix, at the same moment, broke out in a roaring voice: 'The hell-hound! If he's killed my dog! and I judged, upon all grounds, it was as well to be off. I awoke to much diffidence, even to a feeling that might be called the beginnings of panic, and lay for hours in my bed considering the situation. Seek where I pleased, there was nothing to encourage me and plenty to appal.
But Chevenix shook his head. "You never know where to have Nevile. What says the Primer? Timeo Danaos don't you know?" She pleaded, Might they not forget Nevile out here in the open? "Do you know," she asked him, "that I haven't been out like this " "On the loose, eh?" he interposed. She nodded.
Let her see the world, approve her mettle, run her career. Chevenix, watching her, judged in those pondering eyes, in that half-smile which had charmed him before, a kind of quivering expectancy new to her. He judged her tempted, and renewed his suggestions on a later day. "What you want," he then told her, "is to try a fall or two with the world.
William Chevenix, who had watched him so long, a well- dressed and cheerful Englishman of some five-and-thirty summers, with round eyes in a round and rosy face, now assuring himself that he would be damned if he didn't have it out with the chap, descended the companion, picked his way through the steerage, and approached the seated philosopher. He saw that he was known, and immediately.
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