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Updated: May 26, 2025
The Lardners, Darrells, Dartfords, vanished, and new figures were to appear in the magic lantern at Castle Hermitage. Sir Ulick thought a few preliminary observations necessary to his ward.
Harry, who had seen how little his safety was in the eye of the gentle Eliza, in comparison with the most trifling point of her offended pride, was determined in future not to expose himself to similar danger. The next young lady who took his fancy was of course as unlike the last as possible: she was one of the remarkably pleasant, sprightly, clever, most agreeable Miss Lardners.
He noticed that several of the villagers gave him unfriendly glances; and he resolved that he would say nothing of the matter to the Lardners. They were having tea on the lawn when he dropped in. He thought that Mrs. Lardner's welcome was a trifle chilly. But he ran her to earth later, when they were picking up the balls. "How could you?" was all she said.
But that good week, and the next, it lasted. Harry's studies, to be sure, were sometimes interrupted by floating visions of the Miss Darrells, Dartfords, and Lardners. He every now and then sung bits of their songs, repeated their bon-mots, and from time to time laying down his book, started up and practised quadrille steps, to refresh himself, and increase his attention.
His thoughts reverted to it constantly during the next few days. Then he told himself that his attendance at the last rites of his uncle had made him morbid, and was more or less successful in dismissing the affair from his mind. He had many friends in common with the Lardners. Early in February he was invited for a week's hunting to a house at which Betty Lardner was also a guest.
Between whiles, Sir Ulick turned to Ormond and noted the claims of those persons to distinction, and as several ladies were named, exclaimed, "Charming woman! delightful little creature! The Darrells; Harry, you'll like the Darrells too! The Lardners, all clever, pleasant, and odd, will entertain you amazingly, Harry!
He went to Tryn yr Wylfa. The train journey of six hours knocked him up for another week. By the time he was strong enough for the promenade it was the fourteenth of June. He noticed the date on the hotel calendar, and realised that the Fates had another ten days in which to drown him. He did not call on the Lardners. He felt that he couldn't after the canal episode.
"True," said Sir Ulick, "and we must keep his counsel, that he may not be dubbed a quiz not a word of this sort, Harry, for the Darrells, the Lardners, or the Dartfords." "I don't care whether they dub me a quiz or not," said Harry, hastily: "what are Darrells, Lardners, or Dartfords to me?" "They are something to me," said Sir Ulick. "Oh!
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