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"Not now, Debbie," he objected gently, but with that subtle note of mastership that had struck so sharply into Jim's sensitiveness; "it is mail-day, and the letters will be at the house by this time." "What do letters matter to us?" "That we can't tell until we see them." They went in out of the sunshine to their arm-chairs in the shade. The English mail had arrived, and it was very interesting.
"Can't you give Dad and me a chance to rest, and give us perhaps a cup of tea " "Oh, I'm a selfish old beast!" said Billie penitently. "I might have known you would be terribly tired after that long train ride!" And still scolding herself she hurried them before her into the house and flew to find Debbie.
So she feared as she stood in the sunshine, watching the now empty archway through which her sole remaining link with Convent life had vanished; conscious, without looking round, that Debbie, who had been curtseying behind her, was there no longer; that Martin Goodfellow, who had held Shulamite's bridle while the Bishop mounted, had disappeared in one direction, the rest of the men in another; intensely conscious that she and Hugh were now alone; and fearing, she shivered again, as she had shivered in the crypt; then, of a sudden, knew that she had done so, and, with a swift impulse of shame and contrition, turned and looked at Hugh.
For answer Debbie grinned again and began to get her bulky figure up the stairs, preparatory to dressing for the "in-gagement" with her "young man." Billie watched her go, and then with a little chuckle resumed her dusting. "I'd like to see Debbie's young man," she mused, a smile twisting the corners of her mouth. "He ought to be a giant. Anyway, I feel sorry for him if he isn't.
"I'm tur'ble sorry, Miss Billie," said Debbie, gently but very, very firmly, "but mah young man and me we has a mos' awful impo'tant in-gagement fo' dis aft'noon, an' I couldn't break it no'm, much as I want to." She added that last in the evident hope of appeasing her young mistress, who was still regarding her with horrified eyes.
But Debbie had no children, and all the money the Bishop had to start with had been his first wife's; so when it became necessary for him to discard a wife it was a pretty hard question for him because a little child was coming to the second wife and he had nothing to provide for her with except what his first wife's money paid for.
Debbie, what did you think of my boy?" "Oh, splendid!" was the cordial response. "I could hardly believe my eyes." "Is he not?" the fond mother urged. "And it is not only his appearance, Debbie they say he is the cleverest lawyer in Melbourne. He is so learned, so acute! He has a practice already that many a barrister, well known and of twice his age, might envy."
"Oh, Debbie darling, I won't deceive you I am not going shopping; I am going into Melbourne to get married to get married quietly and have done with it, so as not to be a nuisance to you any more." "Married!" gasped Deb, holding the agitated creature at arm's-length. "What NOW? And you spring this on us without a word of warning " "What was the use, Deb? You know what you would have said.
Don't let a trifle like this estrange you two don't, Debbie, for my sake. Let me go down to my grave feeling that one of you, at least, is safe and happy, and well provided for." "Decidedly," thought Deborah, "father is not the same man that he was before his illness." She understood the cause of his change of views on her engagement better a few weeks later.
Here he remained from November, 1825, to January 1826, and then made his way to the Wâdy Ghât, intending to go from thence at once to Timbuctoo, making a tour of Lake Jenneh or Debbie, visiting the Melli country, and tracing the Niger to its mouth. He would then have retraced his steps as far as Sackatoo, visited Lake Tchad and attempted to reach the hill.
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