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Many could go away and half persuade themselves that if it had not been for him they might have done something handsome, and even the best-disposed present were indignant. It seemed that the party would break up, before the minister returned, in a general tumult. The young farmer stalked to the front door, and said threateningly to Hemstead, "Open that door."
"If he had only met me in the hall, I might well, I wouldn't have been an icicle." At last Hemstead concluded that he could safely say "good morning"; and he did so in a very awkward manner over his shoulder. "Did you speak to me?" asked Lottie, as if suddenly aroused.
Lottie sat by the hearth, the firelight playing upon an unusually grave and thoughtful face. "Well," he exclaimed, "you look for all the world like an old married couple keeping Sunday together." Of course Hemstead flushed. But why should Lottie's color grow richer than the ruddy fire-light warranted?
All this was inexpressibly funny to Lottie, who had the keenest sense of the absurd, and with a sign to Hemstead she drew him away, saying, "This exceeds any play I ever saw. I didn't know people who were not acting could be so queer and comical."
Only once he gave them a taste of his violence; he talked of it, indeed, often; "I'm rather a voilent man," he would say, not without pride; but this was the only specimen. Of a sudden he turned on Hemstead in the ship's waist, knocked him against the foresail boom, then knocked him under it, and had set him up and knocked him down once more, before any one had drawn a breath. "Here!
"How about that one?" asked De Forrest. "Well, in sincerity then, I think Miss Marsden does herself injustice by attempting music that would tax the powers of a prima donna." "The boor!" whispered De Forrest to Lottie. After a moment she said firmly, "Mr. Hemstead has only said plainly what you thought, Julian." "O Miss Lottie " he began to protest.
If De Forrest had only known it, the game of contrasts was not wholly in his favor. But poor Mr. Hemstead came to grief on his way to the supper-room. Miss Marchmont tried to disguise her diminutive stature by a long trailing dress. Upon this he placed his by no means delicate foot, as she was sweeping out with Mr. Harcourt.
Now I think of it, he kept his right hand gloved this morning, and offered his left to Mr. Hemstead in salutation. Father and I, in our cruel wrong, did not offer to take his hand. And yet it would seem that he tugged with bleeding hands at these ropes, that he might almost the same as throw away his life for us. "I can scarcely understand it. No brother could do more. He was braver than Mr.
"You had better take the reins again, Mr. Harcourt," said Hemstead. "O Mr. Hemstead, please drive," cried the ladies, in chorus. "No," said he; "Mr. Harcourt is as good a driver as I am. It was only a question of strength before." "The majority is against me," laughed Harcourt. "I won't drive any more to-night. You take my place." "Well, if you all wish it; but there's no need."
"I know little of etiquette," said Hemstead, "but surely any one would fail utterly in true courtesy, did they not accede to that request." "Thank you, Mr. Hemstead," said Lottie, with a look he did not soon forget. "Will you order the sleigh to the door? Mr. Harcourt, will you get Mr. De Forrest's hat and coat?"
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