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You will not care to go, will you, Decima?" An unwonted flush of crimson rose to Decima's usually calm face. "I should like to go to this, mamma, as Miss Hautley has invited me." "Like to go to it!" repeated Lady Verner. "Are you growing capricious, Decima? You generally profess to 'like' to stay at home." "I would rather go this time, if you have no objection," was the quiet answer of Decima.

The decima he now started to sing related to his early experiences, and swaying his body from side to side and bending forward until his beard was all over his knees he began in his raucous voice: En el ano mil ochocientos y quarenta, Quando citaron todos los enrolados, which, roughly translated, means: Eighteen hundred and forty was the year When all the enrolled were cited to appear.

"Or your prejudices either, mother." "Very true," was the equable answer of Lady Verner. Little more was said. Lionel found the time drawing on, and left. Lady Verner's carriage was already at the door, waiting to convey Decima and Lucy Tempest to the dinner at Verner's Pride. As he was about to mount his horse, Peckaby passed by, rolling a wheel before him. He touched his cap.

She took this house, Deerham Court, then to be let without the land, had it embellished inside and out which cost her more than she could afford, and had since resided in it. She would not have rented under Mr. Verner had he paid her to do it. She declined all intercourse with Verner's Pride; had never put her foot over its threshold. Decima went once in a way; but she, never.

Breaking off in the midst of a sentence, he quitted the countess and went to meet those who had entered. Lady Verner's greeting was a somewhat elaborate one, and he looked round impatiently for Decima. She stood in the shade behind her mother. Decima? Was that Decima? What had she done to her cheeks? They wore the crimson hectic which were all too characteristic of Sibylla's.

"Stay," he said, turning back from it, a thought crossing his mind. "Lucy, oblige me by not mentioning this to my mother or Decima. It may be as well to be sure that we are right, before exciting their hopes." Lucy's countenance fell. "I will not speak of it. But, is it not sure to be the codicil?" "I hope it is," cordially answered Lionel. Mrs. Tynn had got back before him.

"I wish I could go to papa in India!" she said. "Do you know what you have rejected?" asked Lady Verner. "You would have been a peeress of England. His father will not live for ever." "But I should not care to be a peeress," sobbed Lucy. "And I don't like him." "Mamma, please do not say any more," pleaded Decima. "Lucy is not to blame. If she does not like Lord Garle she could not accept him."

Point out to her the advantages of the match; tell her that you speak to her as her father; urge her to accept Lord Garle; or, as I say, not to summarily reject him without consideration, upon the childish plea that she 'does not like him. She was terribly agitated last night; nearly went into hysterics, Decima tells me, after I left her; all her burden being that she wished she could go away to India."

"I am flushed just now," was the reply of Lady Verner, her accent a somewhat sharp one from the remembrance of the vexation which had given her the flush. "How is Paris looking? Have you enjoyed yourself?" "Paris is looking hot and dusty, and we have enjoyed ourselves much," replied Lionel. He answered in the plural, you observe; my lady had put the question in the singular. Where is Decima?"

She will not be pleased at Decima's staying out, therefore I must return. Poor Mrs. Bitterworth has had an attack of what did they call it? spasmodical croup, I think. She is better now, and begged Decima to stay with her the rest of the day; Mr. Bitterworth and the rest of them are out. Jan says it is highly dangerous for the time it lasts."

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