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'Well, Edie, they've got the moral and religious welfare of the boys at their very finger ends; and, do you know I don't want to be uncharitable but I somehow imagine they haven't got it at heart as well. However, we must do our best, and try to fall in with them. And for a whole year Ernest and Edie did try to fall in with them to the best of their ability.
There is need of pioneer work in this matter, and I am glad to do some of it." As I sat in the luxurious salon of the apartments near the Park, where Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Schelling were spending the winter, sounds of vigorous piano practise floated out to me from a distant chamber.
"She was interrupted about this time by the doorbell, and while she was gone I wrote on another piece of paper: 'Ernest, give me a test of your identity. Write a bar from the " Sonata." This note I folded close and put in an inside pocket.
Pensive with the fulness of such discourse, his guests took leave and went their way; and passing up the valley, paused to look at the Great Stone Face, imagining that they had seen its likeness in a human countenance, but could not remember where. While Ernest had been growing up and growing old, a bountiful Providence had granted a new poet to this earth.
"Now, Ernest, you are not taking pains: you are not trying as you ought to do. It is high time you learned to say 'come, why, Joey can say 'come, can't you, Joey?" "Yeth, I can," replied Joey, and he said something which was not far off "come." "There, Ernest, do you hear that? There's no difficulty about it, nor shadow of difficulty.
Alas, Ernest could not recognise it! He beheld a war-worn and weather-beaten countenance, full of energy, and expressive of an iron will; but the gentle wisdom, the deep, broad, tender sympathies, were altogether wanting in Old Blood-and-Thunder's visage; and even if the Great Stone Face had assumed his look of stern command, the milder traits would still have tempered it.
While the danger lasted, neither of them dared think much of the cheque; but when Dot had got quite well again, Ernest was concious of a certain unwonted awkwardness of manner in talking to Edie. He knew perfectly well what it meant; they were both accomplices in crime together.
Much as he liked Frank, it was irksome to Ernest to remain all day in the cave. It was imprisonment under pleasant circumstances, but still imprisonment. They got through the forenoon somehow, taking dinner at twelve o'clock. About two o'clock Frank complained of being sleepy. "You won't mind if I go to sleep for an hour, Ernest?" he said. "Oh, no," answered Ernest. "I can read, you know."
If he loves you it is written on every feature of his truthful countenance, if he despises you he will show it to you alone. I doubt if there ever lived a more honest or trustworthy being than Ernest Dalton. It was a temptation to fall in love with a man like him, with his depth of character and his strength of feeling, with truth and wisdom on his lips, with honor and virtue in his heart.
And yet he hated not to be alone with his beloved: he accused himself of selfishness and proposed that Ernest should come with them. The introduction took place at Ada's door, on the landing. Ernest and Ada bowed politely. Ada came out, followed by her inseparable Myrrha, who when she saw Ernest gave a little cry of surprise.
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