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Even Chrissy's dazed eyes noticed that, as well as the white ribbon in Provost Spottiswoode's bottle-green coat, which pointed him out an honorary steward. But how handsome brown curly Bourhope looked in his red coat! A strange thought came over Chrissy.
A sparkling prattle that was of Chrissy's about the fine morning, the town, and the yeomanry few topics, but well handled and brilliantly illustrated. Bourhope had dared to confess to himself how sorry he was when he reached Mr. Spottiswoode's door. Next morning Bourhope detached himself from his comrades when he approached the town, and looked narrowly for Chrissy.
Mrs. Spottiswoode roused herself next, and spoke a few words of acknowledgment to Chrissy. "Upon my word, Chrissy, your recital has been quite as good as the play. We are much obliged to you. I am afraid your throat must be sore; but stay, I have some of the theatre oranges here. No, bairns, you are not to have any; it is far too late for you to be up. Dear me; I believe you have been listening to Chrissy's story like the rest of us!" But Mrs. Spottiswoode was not under any apprehension about the success of Chrissy's reading. Mrs. Spottiswoode proved this by immediately leaving Chrissy tête-
To be sure, there is not a spare room; our house is not large, and there are so many of us; but you shall have my room, and I will have half of Chrissy's bed. You are too young" and here Bessie was going to add "too pretty," only she checked herself "to go alone to a hotel. Mother would be dreadfully shocked at the idea."
It was I who accused them first and then I asked him: if there was anything he could say in their defense, to say it, for Chrissy's sake! 'I will never break bread with them again, said he, 'either Banks or Horace. I will not eat with them, or drink with them, or speak with them again! Think of it! How are we to live? How are they to inhabit the same city? He thinks I have been weak. I am weak!
He tried in church the process he had learned at the play, and, it must be confessed, not without effect Chrissy's expression giving a fair notion of the good Priorton minister's earnestness and eloquence. But at length Chrissy, aware of the liberty Bourhope took in thus making her his study, got restless and troubled in her sound head and warm heart. She was no fool in her simplicity.
Whatever Miss Chrissy's doubts may have been, she chose a curious and perhaps a subtle method of expressing them. After breakfast she took Tilda to her room, and showed her a small volume with a cloth binding printed over with blue forget-me-nots and a gilt title, The Lady's Vade-Mecum, or How to Shine in Society. "It flies too high for me.
Chrissy's cousin "Rob" was a bookseller's apprentice, and his master, for the purpose of enabling Robbie to share his enthusiasm, would lend the apprentice an uncut copy. Robbie brought it out to Blackfaulds, and then all would sit up, sick mother among the rest, to hear them read aloud, till far into the small hours.
She made her bow, turned and walked away. I followed, and poor Eddie would have done so too, but was laid hold of by his aunt. I confess this was not quite proper behaviour on Chrissy's part; but I never discovered that till she made me see it. She was very sorry afterwards, and my uncle feared the brougham had begun to hurt her already, as she told me.
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