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Hoffland's lip was puckered up, until it resembled a rose-leaf rumpled by the finger of a school-girl. "Then there is another objection to my going out this evening, Ernest," he said: "you see I return to the subject." "What objection?" "You ought to tell your sister what a fascinating young man I am, and put her upon her guard "
"Strange boy!" he murmured; "he cannot be here, however and yet that singular objection he seemed to have to my visiting him singular!" And Mowbray, finding himself no nearer a conclusion than at first, descended, and slowly passed on toward the college. No sooner had he disappeared within its walls than a slight noise at Hoffland's window proved that he had been watching Mowbray.
I have always experienced a passionate longing for truth and nobility; and this, Ernest, I find in you!" Hoffland's tone had lost all its banter as he uttered these words; and if Mowbray had seen the look which the boy timidly cast upon his pale countenance, he would have started.
Jacques is clad as usual like a lily of the field, with something of the tulip; he hums a melancholy love song of his own composition, not having yet come into possession of Hoffland's legacy; he smiles and sighs, and after some hesitation, draws rein before the domicile of our friend Sir Asinus, and dismounting, ascends to the apartment of that great political martyr.
If you feel so to-day, the ball to-night will restore your spirits; and there you may restore your handkerchief with perfect propriety." "How?" "Get an introduction." Hoffland's lip crimped; but nodding his head "Yes," said he, "I think I shall be introduced, for I wish very much to be present at that Arcadian festival." "You heard, then?" Hoffland colored.
"No," he said; "I believe I have I think I'd rather not." "I will detain you but a moment." Hoffland's glance plunged itself into the interior of Madam Finette's emporium; and the consequence was that the young gentleman retreated three steps.
Hoffland looked sidewise at his companion for a moment with a curious smile, and said: "Ernest." "Well, Charles." "How would you like to have but it is too foolish." "Go on: finish your sentence." "No, you will laugh." "Perhaps I shall: I hope so," Mowbray said, sadly smiling. There was so much sadness in his tones, spite of the smile, that Hoffland's eyes filled with tears.
Then Hoffland would laugh quietly to himself, and touching the young girl's arm, call her attention, to some beauty in the waning sunset, some quiet grace of the landscape; and Denis would sink again into gloom, and look at Hoffland's handsome face and sigh. Mowbray was reading in the little sitting-room, and from time to time interchanged words with the party through the window.
Lucy would have refused; but overcome with laughter, and unable to resist the ludicrous solemnity of Hoffland's voice and manner, she placed her finger on his arm, and they walked into the garden. Roseland was a delightful little cottage, full of flowers, and redolent of spring.
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