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Besides, I don't require the fly; I shall walk if I am banished. Flitch is a wonderful conjurer, but the virtue is out of him for the next four-and-twenty hours. And it will be an opportunity to me to make my bow to Miss Darleton!" "She is rigorous on the conventionalities, Colonel De Craye." "I'll appear before her as an ignoramus or a rebel, whichever she likes best to take in leading-strings.
In Aspenwell village she drew a letter from her bosom and called to Crossjay to post it. The boy sang out, "Miss Lucy Darleton! What a nice name!" Clara did not show that the name betrayed anything. She said to De Craye. "It proves he should not be here thinking of nice names." Her companion replied, "You may be right." He added, to avoid feeling too subservient: "Boys will."
"I like to bear my own burdens, as far as I can." "Miss Darleton is well?" "I presume so." "Will you try her recollection for me?" "It will probably be quite as lively as yours was." "Shall you see her soon?" "I hope so." Sir Willoughby met her at the foot of the stairs, but refrained from giving her a hand that shook. "We shall have the day together," he said. Clara bowed.
She took a pen and began a letter to a dear friend, Lucy Darleton, a promised bridesmaid, bidding her countermand orders for her bridal dress, and purposing a tour in Switzerland. She wrote of the mountain country with real abandonment to imagination. It became a visioned loophole of escape.
And the man who made her smart like this was formal as a railway official on a platform. "Now we are both pledged in the poison-bowl," said he. "And it has the taste of rank poison, I confess. But the doctor prescribed it, and at sea we must be sailors. Now, Miss Middleton, time presses: will you return with me?" "No! no!" "Where do you propose to go?" "To London; to a friend Miss Darleton."
Military men have produced, or diverged in, noteworthy epicures; they are often devout; they have blossomed in lettered men: they are gentlemen; the country rightly holds them in honour; but, in fine, I reject the proposal to go to General Darleton. Tears?" "No, papa." "I do hope not. Here we have everything man can desire; without contest, an excellent host.
De Craye was heated by his gallop to venture on the angling question: "Am I to hear the names of the bridesmaids?" The pace had nerved Clara to speak to it sharply: "There is no need." "Have I no claim?" She was mute. "Miss Lucy Darleton, for instance; whose name I am almost as much in love with as Crossjay." "She will not be bridesmaid to me." "She declines? Add my petition, I beg."
"From the first to the last hour of it! So you fall in with Horace's humour pleasantly?" "He is very amusing." "As good as though one had hired him." "Here comes Colonel De Craye." "He must think we have hired him!" She noticed the bitterness of Willoughby's tone. He sang out a good-morning to De Craye, and remarked that he must go to the stables. "Darleton?
"I was thinking of a running visit to my friend Miss Darleton." "May I venture? I had the fancy that you wished to see Miss Darleton to-day. You cannot make the journey unescorted." "Please retain the fly. Where is Willoughby?" "He is in jack-boots. But may I not, Miss Middleton? I shall never be forgiven if you refuse me." "There has been searching for me?" "Some hallooing. But why am I rejected?
And it would righteously punish Laetitia. Clara came downstairs, bearing her letter to Miss Darleton. "Must it be posted?" Willoughby said, meeting her in the hall. "They expect us any day, but it will be more comfortable for papa," was her answer. She looked kindly in her new shyness. She did not seem to think he had treated her contemptuously in flinging her to his cousin, which was odd.
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