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I sincerely hope you will frequently honor our field by your presence and matchless riding." Miss Hunsden bowed easily and smiled. And then her father came up, his soldierly old face aglow. "Harrie, my dear, I am proud of you! You led us all to-day. I wouldn't have taken that nasty place myself, and I didn't believe even Whirlwind could do it."
The penitent wife of Captain Hunsden did not long survive to enjoy her new home. Two weeks after their arrival she lay upon her death-bed. Nothing could save her. She had been doomed for months life gave way when the excitement that had buoyed her up was gone. By night and day Harriet watched by her bedside, and the repentant Magdalen's last hours were the most blessed she had ever known.
I shall never have one in this lower world, for just so sure as I get to like a person, that person must go and fall in love with me, and then we quarrel and part. It's hard." Miss Hunsden sighed deeply, and went into the house.
Then, not so often. But monsieur will be gone long before that!" "No," Sir Everard said, distinctly. "I remain in Paris for the winter. I trust to madame's kind heart to permit me to see Miss Hunsden often." "Often! Ah, mon Dieu! how you English are impetuous! so how do you call him? unreasonable! Monsieur may see mademoiselle in the salon every Saturday afternoon not oftener."
I never saw a child smile less than he does, nor one who knits such a formidable brow when sitting over a book that interests him, or while listening to tales of adventure, peril, or wonder, narrated by his mother, Hunsden, or myself. But though still, he is not unhappy though serious, not morose; he has a susceptibility to pleasurable sensations almost too keen, for it amounts to enthusiasm.
"Conquer a world come to luncheon? A pretty brace of subjects!" said her father. "Miss Hunsden is quite capable of conquering a world without having been born anything so horrid as a boy," said Lord Ernest. "There are bloodless conquests, wherein the conquerors of the world are conquered themselves." The baronet scowled. Miss Hunsden retorted saucily.
Captain Hunsden cherishes her memory all too deeply to make it the town talk, hence all the county is up agape inventing slander. I hope you are satisfied?" Lady Kingsland stood still, gazing at him in surprise. "Who told you all this?" she asked. "She who had the best right to know the slandered woman's daughter." "Indeed indeed!" slowly and searchingly. "You have been talking to her, then?
"We shall expect to see you at Hunsden Hall," the Indian officer said, heartily. "Your father's son, Sir Everard, will ever be a most welcome guest." "Yes," said Harrie, coquettishly; "come and inquire how my health is after dancing all night. Etiquette demands that much, and I'm a great stickler for etiquette."
"Alone, Everard?" she said, timidly, "I thought mamma was with you." "Mamma has just gone to her room in a blessed temper," answered her brother, savagely. "Come in Milly, and help me in this horrible scrape, if you can." "Is it something about Miss Hunsden?" hesitatingly. "I thought mamma looked displeased at dinner."
She turned away her head. "It shall be as you say, my dear. But who is to take you?" "Mrs. Hilliard, and I think Sir Everard Kingsland." Mrs. Hilliard had been housekeeper at Hunsden Hall, and was a distant relative of the family. Under the new dynasty she was leaving, and had proffered her services to escort her young mistress to Paris.
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