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So Eric, dear Eric, at last your name was cleared." "As I always knew it would be, dear old boy," said Wildney. Montagu and Wildney found plenty to make them happy at Fairholm, and were never tired of Eric's society, and of his stories about all that befell him on board the "Stormy Petrel." They perceived a marvellous change in him.
Sir John's election colours are yellow, his opponent's blue. He paused a second time. "Well?" "I went in and bought it." "Well?" "Julian Fairholm sold it to me." Lady Tamworth stared at the speaker in pure perplexity. Then all at once she understood and the blood eddied into her cheeks. "I don't believe it!" she exclaimed. "His face would be difficult to mistake," Mr. Dale objected.
He will disown me, I know; he is so stern always with me when he thinks I bring disgrace on him." Eric thought of Fairholm, and of his own far-distant parents, and of the pang which his disgrace would cause their loving hearts; but he could say nothing, and only stroked Wildney's dark hair again and again with a soothing hand.
Rupert, however, although a little pale, seemed more cheerful than anyone on the ground, and smiled and talked to Lord Fairholm and Dillon as if awaiting the commencement of an ordinary military parade. "That is a gallant young fellow," was the universal exclamation of most of those present, whatever their nationality. "He faces death as calmly as if he were ignorant of his danger."
From Holland came over Major Dillon, and four or five others of the officers of the 5th dragoons. Lord Fairholm was also there, and Hugh was not the least welcome to Rupert of those assembled at the wedding.
Fairholm had already recovered his self-possession and was drawing out one of the shelves in the wall behind him. "No, no!" she exclaimed, "not here; I can't speak to you here. Come and call on me; what day will you come?" Julian shook his head. "Not at all, I am afraid. I have not the time." A boy came out from the inner room and began to get ready the shutters. "Ah, it's Friday," she said.
"We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal." WINTER'S TALE, i. 2. The holidays were over. Vernon was to have a tutor at Fairholm, and Eric was to return alone, and be received into Dr. Rowlands' house.
She skinned and cleaned it herself, boiled it, carved it carefully so that it might not look like a cat on the dish, covered it with good onion-sauce, and garnished it with little rolls of fried bacon, and sent it to table, where the only other dish was cold beef-bones with very little meat on them. "Where did it come from?" Mrs. Caldwell asked, looking pleased. "From Fairholm," Beth answered.
"Where shall we go?" said Beth when they left the house. "Oh, anywhere," he answered. "Take me to one of your own favourite haunts." She thought of the Fairholm cliffs for a moment, but felt that they were sacred to many recollections with which she would not care to associate this new experience. "I'll show you the chalybeate spring," she said.
"You make me nervous, Hugh, with your suggestions. Nevertheless I will be on my guard;" and he drew his sword as he entered the mill. As he did so, Hugh, who was holding the horses' bridles over his arm, snatched a brace of pistols from the holsters, cocked them, and stood eagerly listening. He heard Rupert walk a few paces forward, and then pause, and shout "Where are you, Fairholm?"
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