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Hardinge pleasantly, and then, after a kindly survey of his companion's features, "She is rather a trouble to you, old man, isn't she?" "She? No," says the professor again, more quickly this time. "It is only this she doesn't seem to get on with the aunt to whom her poor father sent her he is dead and I have to look out for some one else to take care of her, until she comes of age." "I see.
I'll let him alone," says Hardinge, with a gesture of disgust. There is a pause. "You know my sister, then?" says the professor presently. "Yes. She is very charming. How is it I have never seen you there?" "At her house?" "At her receptions?" "I have no taste for that sort of thing, and no time. Fashionable society bores me.
When at length he came up with her, she was waiting at the gate of her father's house, a mansion of fine colonial dimensions, standing in a bower of maples. She was laughing heartily and enjoying her triumph. Hardinge, touching his cap gracefully, acknowledged his defeat. "This will be a lesson for you, sir," she said. "A lesson, mademoiselle?" "It will teach you to chase rebels again."
Hardinge, however, who had, during the hour below, learned all that had taken place, and had spoken for some time apart with Mr. Brook, now stood up beside him. "My friends," he said, in a loud clear voice, which was heard over the whole crowd, "Mr. Brook is too much shaken by what he has gone through to speak, but he desires me to thank you most heartily in his name for your kind greeting.
The sun was shining brightly, the wind had fallen, and the snow lay crisp upon the streets inviting to a promenade. Hardinge called about noon for the purpose of asking Pauline to accompany him in a little walk. "I have a couple of hours before me a thing I may not have every day and a ramble will do both of us good," he said. Pauline was soon ready with the cordial consent of her father.
Emily coloured, and then she laughed faintly; admitting, however, that I had guessed right. "Well, all this was true," I added, "though he was a sailor. Old Captain Hardinge or Commodore Hardinge, as he used to be called, for he once commanded a squadron was in the English navy."
Hardinge was concerned, I had little difficulty in coming to a conclusion, though the profound deference I still felt for my father's wishes, and more especially for those of my sainted mother, had a hold on my heart, and an influence on my conduct, that was not so easily disposed of. I determined to have a frank conversation with Mr.
Nevertheless, Mr. Hardinge was much too honest a man to deny a truth, and much too sincere to wish even to prevaricate about it, however unpleasant it might be to acknowledge it, in all its unpleasant bearings. "I now understand you, Miles; and it would be idle to pretend that there is not some justice in what you say, though I attach very little importance to it, myself.
I resumed, disregarding his question concerning my own success as an owner. "Where and how is she?" "Miss Hardinge is in town in her own that is, in our house in Wall Street, though she goes to the place in the morning. No one who can, likes to remain among these hot bricks, that has a pleasant country-house to fly to, and open to receive him.
"By Jove! what a thing to happen to you, Curzon, of all men in the world. What are you going to do, eh?" "It isn't so much that," says the professor faintly. "It is what is she going to do?" "Next!" supplements Hardinge. "Quite so! It would be a clever fellow who would answer that, straight off. I say, Curzon, what a pretty girl she is, though. Pretty isn't the word. Lovely, I "
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