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"Sarvent, sir name o' Jerry Tucker, late Bo'sun, 'Bully-Sawyer, Seventy-four; come aboard with despatches from his Honor Cap'n Chumly and my Lady Cleone Meredith. To see Mr. Barnabas Beverley, Esquire. To give these here despatches into Mr. Beverley Esquire's own 'and. Them's my orders, sir."
At Headcorn I shall at least be nearer you, my best of sisters, and it is my hope that you may be persuaded to steal away now and then, to spend an hour with two lonely bachelors, and cheer a brother's solitude. Ah, Cleone! Chichester's devotion to you is touching, such patient adoration must in time meet with its reward.
"No," answered Barnabas. "I'll trouble you for the mustard, Dick." "Have you ever met the Lady Cleone Meredith?" "Never", answered Barnabas, innocent of eye. Hereupon the Viscount rose up out of the chair and leaned across the table. "Sir," said he, "you are a most consummate liar!"
Just where they stood, a path led down to these shimmering waters, a narrow and very steep path screened by bending willows; and, moved by Fate, or Chance, or Destiny, Barnabas descended this path, and turning, reached up his hands to Cleone. "Come!" he said.
"You walk very fast!" said he again, but still she deigned him no reply; therefore he stooped till he might see beneath her hood. "Dear lady," said he very gently, "if I offended you a while ago forgive me Cleone." "Indeed," said she, looking away from him; "it would seem I must be always forgiving you, Mr. Beverley." "Why, surely it is a woman's privilege to forgive, Cleone and my name "
And I know you'll go and forgive me again, and that's what makes it so hard to bear." "Forgive you, Clo' ay, to be sure! You've come back to me, you see, and you didn't mean to leave me solitary and " "Ah, but I did I did! And that's why I am a wretch, and a cat, and a savage! I meant to run away and leave you for ever and ever!" "The house would be very dark without you, Cleone."
"Oh, damn the fellow!" exclaimed the Viscount. "But he is your friend." "Hum!" said the Viscount; "but Carnaby is always Carnaby, and she " "Meaning the Lady Cleone," said Barnabas. "Is a woman " "'The lovely Meredith'!" nodded Barnabas. "Exactly!" said the Viscount, frowning; "and Carnaby is the devil with women." "But not this woman," answered Barnabas, frowning a little also.
Langton, when a very young man, read Dodsley's Cleone a Tragedy , to him, not aware of his extreme impatience to be read to. As it went on he turned his face to the back of his chair, and put himself into various attitudes, which marked his uneasiness. At the end of an act, however, he said, "Come let's have some more, let's go into the slaughter-house again, Lanky.
"Because I promised you to help him," answered Barnabas, staring at the ground again. "You must be very rich?" said Cleone, stealing another look at him. "I am." "And supposing you had taken over the debt, who did you think would ever repay you?" "It never occurred to me." "And you would have done all this for a stranger?" "No, but because of the promise I gave." "To me?"
But you taught me once, that a man must ever choose the harder way, and this is the harder way, to love you, to long for you, and to bid you good-by!" "Oh! Barnabas?" "Ah, Cleone, you could make the wretchedest hut a paradise for me, but for you, ah, for you it might some day become only a hut, and I, only a discredited Amateur Gentleman, after all."
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