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Did you see his advertisement of a great-coat, lost at some rapscallion gathering down in the North, near my part of the country? A great-coat and a packet of letters. He offers a reward of L10. But that's honest robbery compared with the bleeding he'll get. 'Do you know Mr. Seymour Austin? Miss Halkett asked him. 'I met him once at your father's table. Why?
His aides-de-camp, Colonels Canning and Gordon, fell near our square, and the former died within it. As he came near us late in the evening, Halkett rode out to him and represented our weak state, begging his Grace to afford us a little support. 'It's impossible, Halkett, said he. And our general replied, 'If so, sir, you may depend on the brigade to a man!"
No, the colonel doesn't race her. They've only been back from Italy six months: I mean the schooner. I remember she talked of you when I had her for a partner. Yes, now I mean Miss Halkett. Blest if I think she talked of anything else. She sees us. I'll tell you what she likes: she likes yachting, she likes Italy, she likes painting, likes things old English, awfully fond of heroes.
He dismissed politics at breakfast and grew companionable, with the charm of his earlier day. He was willing to accompany her to church too. 'You will hear a long sermon, she warned him. 'Forty minutes. Colonel Halkett smothered a yawn that was both retro and prospective. 'It has been fifty, papa. 'It has been an hour, my dear.
She confided him to me when she left for Switzerland! There was that to be thought of, certainly. Colonel Halkett came round a box-bush and discovered them pacing together in a fashion to satisfy his paternal scrutiny. 'I've been calling you several times, my dear, he complained. 'We start in seven minutes. Bustle, and bonnet at once. Nevil, I'm sorry for this business. Good-bye.
He tells me, that at great peril to herself and she nearly had her arm broken by a stone he saved Shrapnel from rough usage on the election-day. 'Hum! Colonel Halkett grunted significantly. 'So I thought, Mr. Tuckham responded. 'One doesn't want the man to be hurt, but he ought to be put down in some way. My belief is he's a Fire-worshipper.
Colonel Halkett was one of the guests at Steynham who knew and respected her, and he paid her a visit and alluded to Nevil's candidature, apparently not thinking much the worse of him.
He wrote to thank her, saying: 'My England at sea will be your parlour-window looking down the grass to the river and rushes; and when you do me the honour to write, please tell me the names of those wildflowers growing along the banks in Summer. The old lady replied immediately, enclosing a cheque for fifty pounds: 'Colonel Halkett informs me you are under a cloud at Steynham, and I have thought you may be in want of pocket-money.
She sat sketching, her father devouring newspaper columns. 'It's the writing of a man who means well, Mr. Austin delivered his opinion. 'Why, the man's an infidel! Colonel Halkett exclaimed. 'There are numbers. 'They have the grace not to confess, then. 'It's as well to know what the world's made of, colonel. The clergy shut their eyes.
Could a reasonable head venture to think anything in particular? He repeated the amazed, 'You don't say so' of Colonel Halkett, on hearing the name of the new Liberal candidate for Bevisham at the dinner-table, together with some of Cecil's waggish embroidery upon the theme. Rosamund exclaimed angrily, 'Oh! if I had been there he would not have dared. 'Why not be there? said Stukely.
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