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The next morning, after a late breakfast, her family observed that there was still a difference in her manner. She was not quite herself, they thought, and they were confirmed in their opinion when she demanded of her grand-daughter and her grandson's widow, that a heavy old-fashioned bureau should be opened for her, and that she should be left alone.
He had regard, as it were, for the ban pronounced by the brethren of Joseph. And as God kept the truth a secret from Jacob, Isaac did not feel justified in acquainting him with his grandson's fate, which was well known to him, for he was a prophet.
Nothing could be more kind or more agreeable than his grandfather. He appeared to be interested in his grandson's progress, was glad to find Coningsby had distinguished himself at Eton, solemnly adjured him not to neglect his French.
The fact was, he was full of happiness at his grandson's return, but he had had so little experience in happiness that he did not know how to express it. He asked a good many questions, and received apathetic answers. "Have you got any notes of the drama?" "No, sir." "Doggone your picter! "'Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song, And let the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound!"
His first remark was a question and that question was rather surprising. "Al," he asked, "Al, who's been talkin' to you?" The blood rushed to his grandson's face. "Talking to me?" he stammered. "Why why, what do you mean?" "I mean just that. You didn't think out this scheme all by yourself. Somebody's been talkin' to you and puttin' you up to it. Haven't they?" "Why why, Grandfather, I "
When Geronimo came from Cuacos, he was permitted to go in and out of his apartments freely, and the Emperor even seemed to prefer him to Don Carlos, his grandson, King Philip's only son, who was destined to become the head of his house; at least, Charles's conduct favoured this opinion. On his return to Spain he had made his grandson's acquaintance in Valladolid.
My mother and I were off for Switzerland, to whose white heights and blue Genevan lake she loved to take me, for it was my birthplace, and, in her fond way, she would call me her "mountain boy," and tell an old story of a Colonel who had gazed into his grandson's eyes, and said: "Il a dans les yeux un coin du lac."
"What was your son's name?" asked the boys, gently. She told them. "Why, that's our soldier!" exclaimed both boys. "Do you know him?" she asked eagerly. "Is ? Is ?" Her voice refused to frame the fearful question. "Yes'm. In our garden," said the boys, almost inaudibly. The mother bent her head over on her grandson's shoulder and wept aloud.
"Confound you, Piers!" he said. "I sometimes think that voyage round the world did you more harm than good." "Why, sir?" said Piers quickly. Sir Beverley's look left the smiling, baffling face upon the wall and sought his grandson's. "You were so mad to be off the bearing-rein, weren't you?" he said. "So keen to feel your own feet? I thought it would make a man of you, but I was a fool to do it.
Crowther excused himself at length and rose to take his leave, whereupon Sir Beverley very abruptly, and to his grandson's surprise and gratification, invited him to dine with them that night. Piers at once seconded the invitation, and Crowther without haste or hesitation accepted it. Then, square and purposeful, he went away. "A white man!" murmured Piers half to himself.
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