Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 10, 2025
But she was not excused for making a confidential friend of De Craye. There was a difference.
And they feel they're labouring together to get along, all in the proper proportion; and whether he has to labour in life or not, he proves his ability. What do you think of it, Miss Middleton?" "I think you have only to propose it, Colonel De Craye." "And if they capsize, why, 'tis a natural ducking!" "You forgot the lady's dressing-bag."
"The gentleman can have it," said De Craye, handing Flitch his money. "Open the door." Clara said to Flitch. He tugged at the handle with enthusiasm. The door was open: she stepped in. "Then mount the box and I'll jump up beside you," De Craye called out, after the passion of regretful astonishment had melted from his features.
He turned to look. Two girls were walking briskly under the falling leaves. And the one with the fur hat was Betty. But it was at the other that he gazed even as he returned Betty's prim little bow. He even turned a little as the carriage passed, to look more intently at the tall figure in shabby black whose arm Betty held. "Well?" said Lady St. Craye, breaking the silence that followed.
I'm booked for a Mediterranean cruise postponed to give place to your ceremony." "That?" she could not control her accent. "What worthier?" She was guilty of a pause. De Craye saved it from an awkward length. "I have written half an essay on Honeymoons, Miss Middleton." "Is that the same as a half-written essay, Colonel De Craye?"
I'll promise to cheer up if you will." Mr. Temple would, more than gladly. "Or no," Lady St. Craye went on, "that'll be dull for you, and perhaps even for me if I begin to think I'm boring you. Couldn't we do something desperate dine at a Latin Quarter restaurant for instance?
"I've rung the bell," said De Craye. A maid came to the gate, and upon her steps appeared Miss Dale, who flung herself at Crossjay, mingling kisses and reproaches. She scarcely raised her face to the colonel more than to reply to his greeting, and excuse the hungry boy for hurrying indoors to breakfast. "I'll wait," said De Craye. He had seen that she was paler than usual. So had Dr.
"You have not seen him since you left the house?" "Darkly: clear enough: not unlike the hand of destiny through a veil. He offered himself to Miss Dale last night, about between the witching hours of twelve and one." "Miss Dale . . ." "Would she other? Could she? The poor lady has languished beyond a decade. She's love in the feminine person." "Are you speaking seriously, Colonel De Craye?"
My report to her spoke of an old gentleman of dark complexion, as the only traveller on the platform. She has faith in the efficiency of her descriptive powers, and so she was willing to drive off immediately. The intention was a start to London. Colonel De Craye came up and effected in five minutes what I could not compass in thirty." "But you saw Colonel De Craye pass you?"
She's my idea of a princess. And Colonel De Craye! Wasn't he taught dancing! When he says something funny he ducks and seems to be setting to his partner. I should like to be as clever as her father. That is a clever man. I dare say Colonel De Craye will dance with her tonight. I wish I was there." "It's a dinner-party, not a dance," Vernon forced himself to say, to dispel that ugly vision.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking