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There was a tempting breakfast for the littie party after the ceremony, to prepare which, good Mrs. Potts had put the very best of her abilities to the test, and before noon of the same day, Honor and her husband, with Nanette and Aunt Jean, were rolling along to their new home. Mrs.
Hay little dreamed that others would be saying even this kindly, gentle woman before her that Nanette should have stayed until certain strange things were thoroughly and satisfactorily explained. But the moment she began, faltering not a little, to speak of matters at the post, as a means of leading up to Nanette matters concerning Lieutenant Field and his financial affairs, to her surprise Mrs.
"She is well and trying to be content with me," was the reply. "She has been helping poor Nanette. She does not seem to understand or realize what is coming to him. Have they ironed him yet?" "I believe not," said the general. "But it has to be done to-night. They start so early in the morning." "And you won't let her see him, general. No good can come from it.
She felt sure there was something he was concealing; something he would not tell her; something concerning Nanette, therefore, because she so loved Nanette, he shrank from revealing what might wound her. Indeed, it was best that Nanette should go for the time, at least, but Mrs.
"Yes, you have one, my dear," exclaimed M. Rosa, "and I undertake to put it to rights within two hours." It was the room adjoining the chamber of the two sisters. Nanette said immediately that she would come downstairs with her sister, but Madame Orio answered that it was unnecessary, as they could lock themselves in their room.
The same day, toward two o'clock in the afternoon, while D'Harmental, profiting by Buvat's absence, was repeating to Bathilde for the thousandth time that he loved her, Nanette entered, and announced that some one was waiting in his own room on important business.
When I saw Nanette in my arms, beaming with love, and Marton near the bed, holding a candle, with her eyes reproaching us with ingratitude because we did not speak to her, who, by accepting my first caresses, had encouraged her sister to follow her example, I realized all my happiness. "Let us get up, my darlings," said I, "and swear to each other eternal affection."
"I have no fear of it, but how could I find the heart to sleep, while on my account you are compelled to sit up?" "Well," said Marton, "we can lie down, too, without undressing." "If you shew me such distrust, you will offend me. Tell me, Nanette, do you think I am an honest man?" "Most certainly."
Busy with my speculations, I was astonished soon after to realize that the triangle had become a hexagon, so to speak. Whitson and Nanette Erickson seemed to be much in each other's company. But, unlike Burleigh, Erickson seemed to be either oblivious or complacent. Whatever it might all portend, I found that it did not worry Kennedy, although he observed closely.
And he was more puzzled when Challoner came from Nanette to the crib, and snuggled the baby up in his arms; and the woman looking at them both for a moment with that wonderful look in her eyes suddenly covered her face with her hands and sobbed.
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