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"You see," he added, whimsically, "I was sufficiently a conceited ass to fancy you cared a little for me. So, of course, I was going to marry you and try to make you happy. But how dear oh, how unutterably dear it was of you, Margaret, to decline to be made happy in any such fashion!" And Mr. Kennaston paused to chuckle and to regard her with genuine esteem and affection.
Jeal, he would hold him responsible "personally, sir" for the consequences of his dawdling in this fashion "Damme, sir, like a damn' snail with a wooden leg!" "I am afraid," said Kennaston, gravely, "that the doctor will be of very little use when he does arrive." There was that in his face which made the Colonel pause in his objurgations. "Sir," said the Colonel, "what do you mean?"
Kennaston, however, stuck to apt phrases and nice distinctions. The moon found it edifying, but rather dull. After a little Mr. Kennaston paused in his boyish, ebullient speech, and they sat in silence. The lisping of the fountains was very audible. In the heavens, the moon climbed a little further and registered a manifestly impossible hour on the sun-dial. It also brightened.
There ensued a silence. It was a long silence, and under the tension of it Kathleen's composure snapped like a cord that has been stretched to the breaking point. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cried, suddenly; "that is how I have loved you and that is how you've loved me, Felix Kennaston! Ah, Billy told me what happened last night! And that that was why I " Mrs. Saumarez paused and regarded him curiously.
"I believe Felix Kennaston is as good a judge of chiffons as any woman. That's effeminate, I think, and catty and absurd. I don't believe I ever liked him not really, that is. Now, what would Billy care about sunbeams and backgrounds, I'd like to know! He'd never even notice them. Billy is a man. Why, that's just what father said yesterday!" Margaret cried, and afterward laughed happily.
But he merely said "I see I see," very slowly, and his eyes were kindly. He couldn't be angry with her, somehow; that pink-cheeked, crinkly haired girl stood between them and shielded her. He was only very, very sorry. "And Kennaston?" he asked, after a little. Mrs. Saumarez flushed. "Mr. Kennaston is a man of great genius," she said, quickly.
"Peggy " he began, in a flattish voice. "They have evidently gone," said the voice of Mr. Kennaston; "yes, those beautiful, happy young people have foolishly deserted the very prettiest spot in the gardens. Let us sit here, Kathleen." "But I'm not an eavesdropper," Mr. Woods protested, half angrily. I fear Margaret was not properly impressed.
Kennaston, I think, in company with Miss Hugonin, at the precise moment she inquired of him whether it were not the strangest thing in the world referring thereby to the sudden manner in which she had been disinherited. The poet laughed and assented.
"No," she said, "Billy cared for me, you know, a long time ago. And this morning he told me he still cared. Billy doesn't pretend to be a clever man, you see, and so he can afford to practice some of the brute virtues, such as constancy and fidelity." There was a challenging flame in her eyes, but Kennaston let the stab pass unnoticed.
I think we may fairly deduce that the reign of Felix Kennaston is over. The king is dead; and Margaret's thoughts and affections and her very dreams have fallen loyally to crying, Long live the king his Majesty Billy the First. "Oh!" said Margaret, with an indignant gasp, what time her eyebrows gesticulated, "I think Billy Woods is a meddlesome piece! that's what I think!
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