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Priscilla passed out, leaving the door between the rooms ajar, and lay down upon the couch. To Doctor Hapgood she was a machine merely; an easy-running one, a dependable one, but none the less a machine. To Huntter, shut away from society, gregarious, friendly, and kindly, she had meant much more.
And here Hapgood sank down wearily, muttering colorlessly that he could not and would not go a step farther. And they were still forty miles to the nearest cabin and bed. Conniston unsaddled the two horses, watered them, and staked them out to crop the short, dry grass. And then he stood by the spring, smoking and frowning at the barren brown hills.
"Guess you'd better take your gal home," he said, his red, bristling cheeks broad with laughter. "Guess she's kind of off her balance, she feels so bad about her beau." David's black eyes flashed haughtily at Jonas Hapgood, who straightened his face suddenly. He deigned not a word to him, but he turned to his daughter with a stern air.
Serena had read a good deal, had observed as much as her limited opportunities would allow, and was naturally a clever woman in many ways. "Why, how do you do, Mrs. Black?" she said. "It's so good of you to come. And to bring Mr. Black, too. You must take off your things. Yes, you must. Hapgood, take the lady's wraps. Daniel!"
It would be interesting to know why England is assigned as the home of these perturbed spirits. Thorpe, vol. ii. p. 69, quoting Afzelius; Haltrich, p. 15; Hapgood, p. 214; Meier, "Volksmärchen," p. 39; Baring-Gould, p. 575. No authority is given by Mr. Baring-Gould, and I have been unable to trace the Hessian tale; but I rely on his correctness.
Here they are. Very well, Hapgood. You may show them in." Even Serena's new gown, fine as it was and proud as she had been of it, lost something of its glory and sank into a modest second place when Annette appeared. Mrs. Black had dressed for the occasion. Also, she had insisted upon her husband's dressing. "What in blazes must I climb into a dress suit for?" demanded that gentleman grumpily.
Argyl had looked curiously at him and thereafter offered few words. Hapgood took his cue from the masterful Mr. Crawford. Conniston smoked and watched the three of them, his eyes finding oftenest Argyl and resting longest upon her. Finally, when he had finished and pushed away his plate, taking the cigar Argyl offered him, Mr. Crawford spoke shortly, emphatically.
I'm a fool, that's what I am, an old worn-out, useless fool." He slammed the door and descended the stairs. He had been in his accustomed refuge, the library, for perhaps twenty minutes, when the bell rang. He waited for Hapgood to answer the ring and then, suddenly remembering that the butler had departed, answered it himself. Mr. Monty Holway smiled greeting from the steps.
"The rebels are flanking us!" shouted an officer in another command, as our regiment hurried forward to the endangered point. "That's what we are wanted for," said Hapgood.
He heard Conniston singing to the obligato of the running water, and, with eyes half closed, leaned back and watched his smoke swirl ceilingward. Presently the bath-room door opened again, and he saw Conniston, his trousers in his hand, standing in the doorway, grinning as though at some rare laughter-provoking thought. "Well, old man," Hapgood smiled back at him, "whence the mirth?"
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