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"I may hope that you have pardoned Crossjay?" she said. "My friend," said he, uncovering his face, "I am governed by principles. Convince me of an error, I shall not obstinately pursue a premeditated course. But you know me. Men who have not principles to rule their conduct are well, they are unworthy of a half hour of companionship with you. I will speak to you to-night.
"But why are you sitting here wet through, Crossjay! Be off home at once, and change, and get ready for me." "Mr. Whitford, I promised, and I tossed this fellow a shilling not to go bothering Miss Middleton." "The lady wouldn't have none o" the young gentleman, sir, and I offered to go pioneer for her to the station, behind her, at a respectful distance." "As if! you treacherous cur!"
Vernon's wish that she should have her free will compelled her to sound it: and it was of course to go, to be liberated, to cast off incubus and hurt her father? injure Crossjay? distress her friends? No, and ten times no! She returned to Vernon in haste, to shun the reflex of her mind. He was looking at a closed carriage drawn up at the station door. "Shall we run over now, Mr. Whitford?"
Am I to imagine that the sight of perfect felicity distresses him? We are told that the world is 'desperately wicked'. I do not like to think it of my friends; yet otherwise their conduct is often hard to account for." "If it were true, you would not punish Crossjay?" Clara feebly interposed. "I should certainly take Crossjay and make a man of him after my own model, my dear.
They stick to you fast when they do stick." Then a thought of her flower-like drapery and face caused him fervently to hope she had escaped the storm. Calling at the West park-lodge he heard that Miss Middleton had been seen passing through the gate with Master Crossjay; but she had not been seen coming back. Mr. Vernon Whitford had passed through half an hour later.
When the young lady spoke so carelessly of being like Crossjay, she did not perhaps know that a likeness, based on a similarity of their enthusiasms, loves, and appetites, had been established between women and boys. Vernon might be as philosophical as he pleased. To her the gaiety of these two, Colonel De Craye and Clara Middleton, was distressingly musical: they harmonized painfully.
"You told me to wait here," said Crossjay, in shy self-defence. "I did, and you should not have done it, foolish boy! I told him to wait for me here before luncheon, Colonel De Craye, and the foolish, foolish boy! he has had nothing to eat, and he must have been wet through two or three times: because I did not come to him!" "Quite right.
"Well! here you are, safe; I have you!" said he, with courtly exultation: "and that is better than your handwriting. I have been all over the country after you." "Why did you? We are not in a barbarous land," said Clara. "Crossjay talks of your visiting a sick child, my love: you have changed your dress?" "You see." "The boy declared you were going to that farm of Hoppner's, and some cottage.
"Oh, I couldn't tell her." He breathed thick; then came a threat of tears. "She wouldn't do anything to hurt Miss Middleton. I'm sure of that. It wasn't her fault. She There goes Mr. Whitford!" Crossjay bounded away. The colonel had no inclination to wait for his return.
He projected a plan for dismissing Crossjay and remaining in the boathouse with Clara, luxuriating in the prestige which would attach to him for seeking and finding her. Deadly sentiments intervened. Still he might expect to be alone with her where she could not slip from him. The throwing open of the hall-doors for the gentlemen presented a framed picture of a deluge.
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