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If you run out of grub before I come back take the canoe to Ellerton's." So the girls harnessed the horses; the wagon was partly filled with hay, and Corney, weak and white-faced, drove away on the long rough road, and left them feeling much as though they were on a desert island and their only boat had been taken from them.
"Dead?" he gasped. "Who's dead where are you? Thor?" Then, "Who is it? Loo? Margat?" "Corney Corney," came feebly from the bunk. "They're in there. They're awful sick. We have nothing to eat." "Oh, what a fool I be!" said Corney again and again. "I made sure ye'd go to Ellerton's and get all ye wanted." "We had no chance, Corney; we were all three brought down at once, right after you left.
Before it was ended the gentlemen appeared, and once more Lord Ellerton found himself taken captive and seated beside Rose how, he hardly knew. How that tongue of hers ran! And all the time Lord Ellerton's eyes were wandering to Kate. Like Sir Ronald, pretty Rose's witcheries fell short of the mark; the stately loveliness of Kate eclipsed her, as the sun eclipses stars.
The three had little appetite, but even that they restrained since now they were down to part of a Chicken, and Corney, evidently he supposed they had been to Ellerton's and got all the food they needed. Again that night, when the fever left him weak and dozing, Thor was awakened by a noise in the room, a sound of crunching bones.
Ellerton overtook them in the churchyard, Marcella would walk home on air, quivering with a passionate delight, and in the dreary afternoon of the school Sunday she would spend her time happily in trying to write down the heads of Mr. Ellerton's sermon.
The window in front of her overlooked the long white drive and the distant high road into which it ran. Three times a week on an average Mrs. Ellerton's pony carriage might be expected to pass along that road. Every day Marcella watched for it, alive with expectation, her fingers strumming as they pleased.
One day Colonel Ellerton, Maisie Ellerton's father, called on me. He used to be my very good friend; we sat on the same side of the House and voted together on innumerable occasions in perfect sympathy and common lack of conviction.
And between ecstasy at seeing her, and the intense relief of not finding my dreaded and now hated cousin there, I sat in a delirium of silent joy, stealing glances at her beauty, and listening with all my ears to the conversation, which turned upon the new-married couple. I heard endless praises, to which I could not but assent in silence, of Lord Ellerton's perfections.
"For you see," he said, "I am a sort of protege, both on my own account and on Lord Lynedale's Ellerton, he is now you know he is just married to the dean's niece, Miss Staunton and Ellerton's a capital fellow promised me a living as soon as I'm in priest's orders. So my cue is now," he went on as we walked down the Strand together, "to get ordained as fast as ever I can."
There let it go! it was meant as an offering for one whom it never reached. About mid-day I took my way towards the dean's house, to thank him for his hospitality and, I need not say, to present my offering at my idol's shrine; and as I went, I conned over a dozen complimentary speeches about Lord Ellerton's wisdom, liberality, eloquence but behold! the shutters of the house were closed.
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