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"Yes, yes, he said we should meet again at Barnaby Bright under an orbed moon!" "Do you remember the old finger-post on the Hawkhurst road?" "Yes do you mean Oh, Cleone ?" "Here comes the Duchess with my Guardian hush! At nine o'clock, sir."
Come to me soon, and that God may keep all shadows from you is the prayer of Your CLEONE.
"Consolation, mam! For what I say, I demand to know for what?" "Loneliness, Jack!" "Eh, Duchess, what, mam? Haven't I got my dear Clo, and the Bo'sun, eh, mam eh?" "The Bo'sun, yes, he smokes a pipe, but Cleone can't, so she looks at the moon instead, don't you dear?" "The moon, God-mother?" exclaimed Cleone, bringing her gaze earthwards on the instant. "Why I, I the moon, indeed!"
Then, all at once, upon this silence broke another sound, a distant sound this, but one that grew ever nearer and louder the grind of wheels and the hoof-strokes of madly galloping horses. Mr. Chichester uttered a gasping cry and pointed towards the window "Cleone!" he whispered. "It's Cleone! She's coming, in God's name wait!"
I remember seeing you an hour after you were born. You were very pink, Cleone, and as bald as as I am, without my wig. No pray sit still, Mr. Beverley isn't looking at you, and he was just as bald, once, I expect and will be again, I hope. Even at that early age you pouted at me, Cleone, and I liked you for it. You are pouting now, Miss! To-day Mr.
"Why, as they all come away from the church where they'd been a-doin' of it, sir I met the little, old Doochess in 'er coach, an' she see me, too. 'Why it's the little Giant! she sez. 'Best respex, mam, I sez, an' then I see as she'd got Lady Cleone wiv 'er a fine, 'igh-steppin', 'andsome young filly, I call 'er, an' no error. 'Where are you goin', Giant? sez the Doochess.
Tressider told Cleone that it was the best course he ever hoped to ride over meaning 'the worst' of course, so Cleone's quite wretched, dear lamb but oh, Barnabas, it would be dreadful if if you were killed oh!" And the Duchess shivered and turned away. "Would you mind? So much, madam?" "Barnabas I never had a son or a daughter but I think I know just how your mother would be feeling now!"
"Briefly, sir," answered Barnabas, "your ward." "Eh what? what?" cried the Captain. "Sir," returned Barnabas, "since you are the Lady Cleone's lawful guardian, it is but right to tell you that I hope to marry her some day." "Marry!" exclaimed the Captain. "Marry my damme, sir, but you're cool I say cool and devilish impudent, and and oh, Gad, Cleone!"
"Sir, she came here the same night that you were shot, and she brought Her Grace of Camberhurst with her." "Yes, John?" "And they remained here until today to nurse you, sir." "Did they, John?" "They took turns to be with you day and night, sir. But it was only my Lady Cleone who could soothe your delirious ravings, she seemed to have a magic "
And all because I had the forethought to tell Cleone her nose was red, which it was, sunburn you know, and because I remarked that the Captain was growing as rotund as a Frenchman, which he is, I mean fat, of course. All Frenchmen are fat at least some are. And then he will wear such a shabby old coat! So here I am, Mr.
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