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Updated: June 11, 2025
Captain Lascelles at first tried to be au mieux with the only young lady present; but he didn't make much way, and began to think her rather stupid, and to wish that those lively girls his friend Bertie had told him of would swim or paddle themselves across. To Bluebell the evening was little short of purgatory. Never had she known Du Meresq so altered.
She might even have to see him married to Cecil! The thought was unendurable, yet it was possible; and, if so, how could she remain with the Rollestons? And it would be almost as bad as returning to the cottage, once "so rich with thoughts of him." Chance had thrown Du Meresq again in her path, and she was determined to find out the truth.
I cannot come back to the Lake, for your father would not receive me, but shall make no plans till I hear from you. "Yours, as ever, devotedly, It was three weeks before Cecil could read this letter, and the following day Du Meresq got hers, written at her father's dictation.
Captain Du Meresq had stayed with them for six weeks some time ago, when he and Cecil became inseparable companions, and it was then that the idea had dawned upon her. She would not openly discuss it with her brother that would have too much the appearance of a plot: but her lively satisfaction at the prospect was apparent enough, and Bertie knew her co-operation would not be wanting.
Rolleston wished to apprise Bertie of Cecil's dangerous illness, but she had allowed one mail to pass, and they only recurred once a week, so that Du Meresq was embarking at Quebec the day her letter arrived at Montreal. Cecil made a slow recovery.
Without waiting for further questioning, he plunged into Crimean reminiscences of Bertie Du Meresq, whom he had seen nearly every day till his death, to all of which poor Cecil listened with breathless interest, and yet she knew there was something more to come.
She bowed rather undecidedly, and then moved on abruptly. But Bertie did not pass by. "Are you returning?" asked he. "They can't get on without you. Freddy has dropped a cinder into his nurse's tea, and set fire to the straw in the cat's basket." Bluebell laughed shyly. "I have been to see mamma. Do not let me bring you out of your way, Captain Du Meresq," for he had turned back with her.
Aroused by the splash of oars on the lake, Cecil tried to spring from the bed, but her limbs were stiff and heavy, and she dragged herself languidly to the window. They were all on the landing but Du Meresq, and the quick pulsation stilled again. "I suppose he went first to the hotel," thought she, and began arranging her hair, disordered by the pillow.
Bertie got to the door, and as Bluebell passed through last of the ladies, she again met that look of interest and admiration Du Meresq had practised so often. Shyness hitherto had been no infirmity of this young Canadian; but Bertie somehow had mesmerized her into a state of consciousness it was a cobwebby kind of fetter, but the first she had worn. "Come and talk to me Bluebell," said Mrs.
"No a," said Bertie, looking expressively at Bluebell, as a hint that she might offer to point out the road. "Oh, surely you must; keep straight on King Street, and then you come to " "Wolfe Street?" suggested Du Meresq. "Gracious, no! that would be quite out of your way! Go to I'll tell you what, Bluebell shall show you where you turn off it isn't ten minutes from here."
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