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Cavely delivered a laugh supposed to, be peculiar to the English stage. "It would be a penny thrown away," said Annette. "I thought you could send a messenger." Intercommunication with Miss Fellingham had done mischief to her high moral conception of the pair inhabiting the house on the beach. Mrs. Cavely saw it, and could not conceal that she smarted.
It was monstrous, Fellingham considered, that he should draw on himself a second reprimand from Van Diemen Smith, while they were consulting in entire agreement upon the case of the chiwal-glass.
Annette thought him unkindly satirical; and his thoughts of her reduced her to the condition of a commonplace girl with expressive eyes. She had to return to her father. Mr. Fellingham took a walk on the springy turf along the cliffs; and "certainly she is a commonplace girl," he began by reflecting; with a side eye at the fact that his meditations were excited by Tinman's poisoning of his bile.
Annette had gone to the big metropolis, which burns in colonial imaginations as the sun of cities, and was about to see something of London, under the excellent auspices of her new friend, Mary Fellingham, and a dense fog. She was alarmed by the darkness, a little in fear, too, of Herbert; and these feelings caused her to chide herself for leaving her father.
"I don't mind if I do. I've a girl. You remember little Netty? She's walking out on the beach with a young fellow named Fellingham, whose acquaintance we made on the voyage, and has n't left us long to ourselves. Will you have her as well? And I suppose you must ask him. He's a newspaper man; been round the world; seen a lot." Tinman hesitated.
"There you are," said Van Diemen's voice; "I smelt your pipe. You're a rum fellow, to belying out on the beach on a cold night. Lord! I don't like you the worse for it. Twas for the romance of the moon in my young days." "Where is Annette?" said Fellingham, jumping to his feet. "My daughter? She 's taking leave of her intended." "What's that?" Fellingham gasped. "Good heavens, Mr.
He was flippant. Annette glanced at her father, and dropped her eyelids. Mr. Fellingham perceived that he was enjoined to be on his guard. He went one step farther in his fun; upon which Van Diemen said, with a frown, "If you please!" Nothing could withstand that. "Hang old Mart Tinman's wine!" Van Diemen burst out in the dead pause. "My head's a bullet. I'm in a shocking bad temper.
"My dear! the pace you go at!" she shouted. "I saw you starting. I followed, I ran, I tore along. I feared I never should catch you. And to lose such a morning of English scenery! "Is it not heavenly?" "One can't say more," Fellingham observed, bowing. "I am sure I am very glad to see you again, sir. You enjoy Crikswich?" "Once visited, always desired, like Venice, ma'am.
"The air on Tinman's champagne!" said Fellingham. "It must be like the contact of two hostile chemical elements." Annette walked faster. They descended from the shingle to the scant-bladed grass-sweep running round the salted town-refuse on toward Elba. Van Diemen sniffed, ejaculating, "I'll be best man with Mart Tinman about this business! You'll stop with us, Mr. what's your Christian name?
I'm only taking a little liberty with one I may call my future sister-in-law." "Shall I come out with you?" said Annette, in sheer lassitude assisting Mary Fellingham in her scheme to show the distastefulness of this lady and her brother. "Not if you don't wish to." "I have no objection." "Another time will do." "Will you write?" "By post indeed!" Mrs.
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