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"There was no place in all England then so full of gipsies as the forest of Norwood. "Mr. and Mrs. Lawley had been married many years, and had no children; at length they had one son they called him Edwy, and they felt they could not make too much of him, or dress him too fine.
Lawley, who immediately began to step with increasing quickness after his servant, though, as the valley turned and turned among the rocks, he soon lost sight of him. "Mr.
"Amusing himself doubtless," she replied, adding with one of her uncontrollable flashes of impulse, "Do you, by the way, I wonder, ever happen to see Ada Lawley now?"
"Who?" cried Henry Fairchild, turning over another leaf; "who, but his own papa? but I must go on." "Mr. and Mrs. Lawley had given up all hopes of finding their little boy near Norwood, and they had set out in their coach to go all over the country in search of him.
And she gently touched her aunt's long thin hand. Lady Marcia sighed. "One must make allowances for men," she said slowly. Connie offered no reply, and they sat together a few more minutes in silence. Then Connie rose. "I told the coachman, Aunt Marcia, I should ride for an hour or so after tea. If I take the Lawley road, does that go anywhere near Flood?"
"I must go to Camille's," she said, "for she has just got in some new French gowns and she has promised to give me the first look. Of course, one can't really trust her," she added suspiciously, "and I shouldn't be in the least surprised to find that she'd let Ada Lawley get ahead of me. It is simply marvellous how that woman always manages to produce a striking effect.
You'll see something of him in the evenings then." "What about you?" she said, squeezing his arm. "Oh, I shall be all right. I'm expecting Lawley in from the ranges. He'll help me. I've got to learn to do without you, eh, little 'un?" He held her to him again. She clasped his neck. "It's your own doing, Jack; but I know it's for my good.
"A mistake," growled the schoolmaster, turning on Eric a look which nearly petrified him; he quite expected a book at his head, or at best a great whack of the cane; but Mr. Lawley had naturally a kind heart, soured as it was, and pitying perhaps the child's white face, he contented himself with the effects of his look. The simple truth was, that poor Mr. Lawley was a little wrong in the head.
At last by a tremendous writhe, wrenching himself free, he darted towards the door, and Mr. Lawley, too exhausted to pursue, snatched his large gold watch out of his fob, and hurled it at the boy's retreating figure. The watch flew through the air; crash! it had missed its aim, and, striking the wall above the lintel, fell smashed into a thousand shivers.
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