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"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.
Thus it happened that when Lady Busshe and Lady Culmer quitted the dining-room, Miss Middleton had spirited herself away from summoning voice and messenger. Sir Willoughby apologized for her absence. "If I could be jealous, it would be of that boy Crossjay." "You are an excellent man, and the best of cousins," was Lady Busshe's enigmatical answer.
Clara felt the thread of the look he cast from herself to Colonel De Craye. She was helpless, if he chose to misjudge her. Colonel De Craye did not! Crossjay had the misfortune to enter the drawing-room while Mrs.
"Oh! Sir Willoughby," a voice had said. The accents were sharp with alarm. "My friend! my dearest!" was the answer. "I came to speak of Crossjay." "Will you sit here on the ottoman?" "No, I cannot wait. I hoped I had heard Crossjay return. I would rather not sit down. May I entreat you to pardon him when he comes home?" "You, and you only, may do so. I permit none else. Of Crossjay to-morrow."
He detested but was haunted by the phrase. She certainly had at times the look of the nymph that has gazed too long on the faun, and has unwittingly copied his lurking lip and long sliding eye. Her play with young Crossjay resembled a return of the lady to the cat; she flung herself into it as if her real vitality had been in suspense till she saw the boy.
"I regret it. I cannot avoid it. Poor boy! My dear Crossjay! I did not think of how Willoughby might punish him. I was very thoughtless. Mr. Whitford, my pin-money shall go for his education. Later, when I am a little older, I shall be able to support him." "That's an encumbrance; you should not tie yourself to drag it about.
It was she, however, who took the sculls at the boat-house, for she had been a playfellow with boys, and knew that one of them engaged in a manly exercise is not likely to listen to a woman. "Now, Crossjay," she said. Dense gloom overcame him like a cowl. She bent across her hands to laugh. "As if I were going to lecture you, you silly boy!" He began to brighten dubiously.
Besides, the clouded mind was opposed to her receiving impressions. Young Crossjay's voice in the still morning air came to her cars. The dear guileless chatter of the boy's voice. Why, assuredly it was young Crossjay who was the man she loved. And he loved her. And he was going to be an unselfish, sustaining, true, strong man, the man she longed for, for anchorage.
"I forget the words: but he said they wouldn't be taught by him, like me, ever since you came; and since you came I've liked him ten times more." "The more you like him the more I shall like you, Crossjay." The boy raised a shout and scampered away to Sir Willoughby, at the appearance of whom Clara felt herself nipped and curling inward. Crossjay ran up to him with every sign of pleasure.
He is a captain now, but he takes that rank very late, you will own. There you have what you call a good man, undoubtedly a gallant officer, neutralized by the fact that he is not a gentleman. Holding intercourse with him is out of the question. No wonder Government declines to advance him rapidly. Young Crossjay does not bear your name.
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