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Grace felt it, Eeny felt it, all felt it, except Sir Ronald Keith. He sat like the Marble Guest, not fascinated, not charmed, black and unsmiling. Rose, too what was the matter with Rose? She, so acutely alive to well-told stories, to handsome faces, so rigidly cold, and stately, and uninterested now.
Rose, with a great weight off her mind went down the passage, and met Eeny running upstairs. "I say, Rose," exclaimed her sister, "don't you want to go to a ball? Well, there are invitations for the Misses Danton in the parlour." "A ball, Eeny? Where?" "At the Ponsonbys', next Thursday night. Sir Ronald, Doctor Frank, papa, and Mr. Stanford are all invited."
"Oh, very well," said Hortense. "It would be more polite to make Andy It," said Owl. "Always be polite to ladies." "I'll choose between Andy and me," said Hortense. "Eeny, meeny, mona, my Barcelona bona sky, Care well, Broken well, We wo wack. "I'm It. I'll count to a hundred, and the newel post in the hall will be goal." There was a hurrying and scurrying while Hortense hid her face.
Two lovely eyes of starry radiance looked down into hers, and the loveliest face Eeny ever saw was lighted with a bewitching smile. Two arms were held out, and Eeny sprang into them, and kissed the exquisite face rapturously. "You darling child!" the sweet voice said, and that was all; but she held her close, with tears in the starry eyes. "There, there!" cried Captain Danton; "that will do.
And papa he is almost a stranger, too, Grace. I suppose everything will be very different now." "Very, very different," Grace said, with her quiet eyes fixed on the fire. "The old life will soon be a thing of the past. And we have been very happy here; have we not, Eeny?" "Very happy," answered Eeny; "and will be still, I hope. Papa and Kate, and Mr. Richards I wonder who Mr.
She had that unsocial failing of reserved natures, silence habitually; and her reserve was always at its worst in the presence of the Captain's brilliant daughter. That youthful beauty fixed her blue eyes now and then on the dark, downcast face with an odd look very like a look of aversion. "What kind of person is this Miss Grace of yours, Eeny?" she asked her sister, after breakfast.
They were to depart by the two o'clock train; so, breakfast over, Grace hurried away to change her dress. Dr. Frank was going to drive Eeny to the station, in the cutter, to see them off, but Kate declined to accompany them. She shook hands with them at the door; and then turned and went back into the empty, silent house.
The girl looked at him quickly and questioningly, but his high coloured face was as good-humoured as ever. "Playing away still," he said, "and Eeny's eyes are like two midnight moons. Do you know it is half-past ten, Miss Eeny, and time little girls were in bed?" Grace rose up, and put her work in her pocket. Eeny came over, kissed her father and sister good-night, and retired.
Very good-looking, very polite, and with the smile of an angel. There you have him." "I am as much at a loss as ever," said Grace, leaving the dining-room. "This is destined to be an evening of arrivals I think." She ran upstairs for the second time, and opened the parlour door. A gentleman before the fire, in the seat Eeny had vacated, arose at her entrance.
She had never grown familiarized with the idea, perhaps because she would never indulge it, and now he was kneeling on the altar steps, with Frank Danton beside him, and Eeny at Grace's left hand, and the Curé and Father Francis were there in stole and surplice, and the ceremony was going on.
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