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"It's time to be serious. Natalie's birthday, Mr. Linzie, is next Christmas-day. She will be sixteen " "At seven in the morning," said Launce; "I got that out of Sir Joseph. At one minute past seven, Greenwich mean time, we may be off together. I got that out of the lawyer." "And it isn't an eternity to wait from now till Christmas-day.
You will get impatient you will go to find it yourself and there you are. Take care of your shoulders, Mrs. Linzie! I have nothing more to say." The guests asked to dinner began to arrive. Lady Winwood was recalled to her duties as mistress of the house. It was a pleasant little dinner with one drawback. It began too late. The ladies only reached the small drawing-room at ten minutes to ten.
'Launcelot Linzie, 'Natalie Graybrooke. Very pretty names; quite romantic. I do delight in a romance. Good-morning." She gives the curate a parting smile, and the clerk a parting nod, and sails out of the vestry.
Turlington whispered fiercely, close to his ear "Launcelot Linzie!" In perfect good faith Sir Joseph declared that the man could not possibly have been Launce. Turlington's frenzy of jealous suspicion was not to be so easily calmed. He asked significantly for Natalie. She was reported to be walking in the grounds.
He looked toward Natalie. She was idly arranging her little morsels of ham in a pattern on her plate. Launcelot Linzie, still more idly, was looking at the pattern. Seeing what he saw now, Richard solved the problem which had puzzled him on deck. It was simply impossible that Natalie's fancy could be really taken by such an empty-headed fool as that!
Richard Turlington's voice was suddenly audible on deck exactly above them. "Graybrooke, I want to say a word to you about Launcelot Linzie." Natalie's first impulse was to fly to the door. Hearing Launce's name on Richard's lips, she checked herself. Something in Richard's tone roused in her the curiosity which suspends fear. She waited, with her hand in Launce's hand.
"We shall never get through it," she said, despondingly. Lady Winwood took a more cheerful view. "I see nothing very formidable as yet, my dear. But we have still to hear the end of it. You mentioned a condition just now, Mr. Linzie. "I am coming to the condition, Lady Winwood. You naturally suppose, as I did, that I put Natalie into a cab, and run away with her from the church door?" "Certainly.
"This doesn't end here, Mr. Linzie!" Launce smiled satirically. "For once I agree with you," he answered. "It doesn't end here, as you say." Lady Winwood stopped, and looked back at them from the drawing-room door. They were keeping her waiting they had no choice but to follow the mistress of the house.
The man is floating on a hen-coop, and we have got nothing of the sort on board this pilot-boat." The one person present who happened to notice Richard Turlington's face when those words were pronounced was Launcelot Linzie.
He beckoned to Sir Joseph to lean over the bulwark, and hear something he had to say in private. "Remember what I told you about Launcelot Linzie!" he whispered fiercely. His parting look was for Natalie. He spoke to her with a strong constraint on himself, as gently as he could. "Don't be alarmed; I shall see you in London." He seated himself in the boat and took the tiller.
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