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"I'll bring you back to Kensington in time to catch that train," said Jordan eagerly. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for Aunty Nan me and Dan. Yes, sir, you'll get back in time. Just think of Aunty Nan's face when she sees you!" "I will come," said the great singer, gently. It was sunset when they reached Gull Point Farm. An arc of warm gold was over the spruces behind the house. Mrs.
What I say is this, that as Sir John Thornton is so generous, and as he wishes everyone in the house to be happy on the day of Nan's birthday, I think something should be done to make it up to Nora and me. Now, why shouldn't we have a real glorious time in the evening? You have a billiard-room in this house, haven't you?" "Yes." "Can't we have a ball there?"
"But he's got the devil's own temper when he's roused and he's filled to the brim with good old-fashioned notions about a man being master in his own house, et cetera. And no man will ever be master in his own house while Nan's in it unless he breaks her." St. John stirred restlessly. "Things are a bit complicated sometimes, aren't they?" he said in a rather tired voice.
And on that night of all nights? What devil out of hell had tempted Auntie Nan to torture him? He would not stay; he would go back to his own bed. Out on the landing he heard a low voice. It came from Auntie Nan's room. A spear of candle-light shot from her door, which was ajar. He paused and looked in. The white night-dress was by the bedside, the night-cap was buried in the counterpane.
During the meal there was not much conversation save about the wonderful fortune that had fallen to Nan's mother and the voyage she and her husband were taking to Scotland to secure it. Nan learned, too, that Uncle Henry had telegraphed from Tillbury of Nan's coming to Pine Camp, and consequently Aunt Kate was able to prepare for her.
Not any message from home announcing to the schoolboy that a hamper would speedily arrive; not any communication from the Admiralty after he had arrived at man's estate; nay, not any one of Nan's numerous love-letters witty, and tender, and clever, as these were had for him anything like the gigantic importance of this letter.
She had sea-blue eyes like Caleb Brent's, and, like his, they were sad and wistful; a frowsy wilderness of golden hair, very fine and held in confinement at the nape of her neck by the simple expedient of a piece of twine, showed all too plainly the lack of a mother's care. The Laird returned Nan's courtesy with a patronizing inclination of his head.
"The men are of course all noble, self-sacrificing, patriotic, immaculate demigods who " He broke off, chuckling at Nan's expression. "No, seriously, I think they are doing a fine work, and that they'll go down in history." "You're an old dear!" cried Nan, impulsively kissing his cheek. "Take care," he warned, "you're endangering my glasses and making my wife jealous."
"You were a jolly little Jack," she went on, "and now you are to go home with cousin Annie and sleep at her house to-night. Run into the school-room and find her." Cousin Annie was the Vicar of Ripley's wife, and had a little girl of Nan's own age, so it was a great treat to stay with her.
It must be her own fault, of course, but somehow she had not felt much less nervous about noises in the house at night since Mr. Cradock had brought up into the light, as he called it, that old fright in the nursery. After all, why should one? However, hers not to reason why; and perhaps the workings of Nan's mind might be more orthodox. At Turin Germans got in. Of course.
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