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I knew you would stand by me; I felt certain of it, and I told Maggie so." "That girl!" said Lady Lysle. "I don't care for that girl." "You will change your mind about her presently," said Aneta, and she ran downstairs to request Davidson, the butler, to bring her something to eat, for her breakfast had been slight, and she was quite hungry enough to enjoy some of her aunt's nice food.
O'Keefe looked the surgeon in the eye, winked meaningly, and O'Keefe turned in, although it was but early afternoon. At six o'clock an orderly stood at the door of the major's quarters. Mrs. Lysle was standing on the steps, her eyes fixed on the far horizon across which a ship had melted away. "Beg pardon, madam," said the orderly, saluting, "but young O'Keefe is very ill.
Ward is just splendid; but, you see, you, poor Merry, know nothing of school-life. School-life is really controlled I mean the inner part of it by the girls themselves. Now, there are two girls at Aylmer House who control the school: one of them is your humble servant, Maggie Howland; the other is your cousin, Aneta Lysle. Aneta does not love me; and, to be frank with you, I hate her."
But the major was fifteen years older than his wife, and she had a weak heart with which to intimidate him. Now and then the wilfulness of Castleman Lysle would become unendurable in the house, and his father would seize him and turn him over his knee. His screams would bring "Miss Margaret" flying to the rescue: "Major Castleman, how dare you spank one of my children?"
Merry had a pretty profile, with the short upper-lip and the graceful appearance of a very high-bred girl. "Do you," said Maggie after a pause, "happen to know Aneta Lysle?" "Why, of course," said Merry. "Do you mean Lady Lysle's niece?" "Yes," replied Maggie. "I don't know her well, but she has stayed here once or twice. Is she a friend of yours, Maggie?"
"Of course, of course," said Mr. Cardew with impatience. "Well, at supper yesterday evening Mr. Tristram began to talk to me on the very same subject as my cousin, Lady Lysle, had spoken of earlier in the day." "Very interfering of Tristram," replied Mr. Cardew. "He didn't mean it in that way, I assure you, my love; nothing could be nicer than the way he spoke.
"What do you mean, Cyril?" "Nothing, nothing, of course, Lucia. But if, as you say, the school is so popular, there will be no vacancies, for I think some one told me that Mrs. Ward only took a limited number of pupils." "There are two vacancies at the present moment," said Lady Lysle in her calm voice, "although they are likely to be filled up immediately, for Mrs.
"The fact is there, I will have it out," said Merry "I'd give anything in the world to go to school." "What?" said Mr. Cardew. "Yes," said Merry, gaining courage as she spoke; "Molly and Isabel are going, and Aneta Lysle is there, and Maggie Howland is there, and I'd like to go, too, and I'm sure Cicely would; and, oh, father! I know it can't be; but you asked me what was the matter.
Lysle quietly remarked, "I shall accompany you, so shall the boy," and the major blessed her in his heart, for had she not so decided, it would mean absolute separation from wife and child for from three to five years, as in those days no railways, no telegraph lines, stretched their pulsing fingers into the Klondyke. One mail went in, one mail came out, each year that was all.
"I will get out," said Aneta. "Hadn't James best inquire if the woman is in?" said Lady Lysle. "No, I think I will," said Aneta. She went up the narrow path and rang the front-door bell. Tildy opened the door. The new cook had been peeping above the blinds in the kitchen. Tildy had hastily put on a white apron, but it is to be regretted that a smut was once more on her cheek.
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