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The next day was rainy, but not so rainy as to prevent Mr Snow from fulfilling his promise to take Mr Millar to see some wonderful cattle, which bade fair to make Mr Nasmyth's a celebrated name in the county, and before they came home again, Mrs Snow took the opportunity to say a word, not to Rose, but to Graeme, with regard to her.
What you want to do is to hump yourself and make things hum," said Nasmyth's partner, when another couple jostled them. Nasmyth expressed his concurrence in a gasp, and contrived to save her from another crash, but when the dance was over, he felt limp, and was conscious that his partner was by no means satisfied with him. "I'm sorry," he said. "Still, I really think I did what I could."
"Your late comrade has gone beyond your help; you told me he had left no relatives; and you have only yourself to consider. Can you do any good by bringing this sorrowful tale of disaster up again?" "Are you pleading for your English friends, anxious to save them pain at my expense? Can't you understand my longing to clear my dead partner's name?" A trace of color crept into Nasmyth's face.
They searched for some time without finding anything, for straight beach and straight river presented no prominent feature which any one making a cache would fix upon as guide. Lisle directed Nasmyth's attention to this. "There was deep snow when Vernon came down the gorge, on this side," he pointed out.
You were rather tactful in going away." "I went because Mr. Acton handed me a letter which said that a business man in Victoria would like a talk with me." "In any case, Miss Hamilton seems to be under the impression that it was nice of you." "Nice of me to go away?" and Nasmyth's tone was mildly reproachful. "One would not resent a desire to save one any little embarrassment."
"Derrick, you have done wisely. I think you need a sustaining purpose and a woman to work for." Nasmyth's face paled. "Yes," he agreed dryly; "it is, perhaps, rather a significant admission, but I really think I do." It was a relief to both of them that Wheeler came floundering along the shingle just then with a box and a coil of wire in his hand.
"I don't know what your interests are," Lisle returned dryly. "Then, in one way, I'm ahead of you. I know your wishes, and Nasmyth's you don't want Clarence to marry Miss Gladwyne. It's your motive I'm not sure about. Do you want the girl yourself?" They were some distance in front of the others, who were too far behind to hear them. Lisle looked at his companion steadily.
Nasmyth's dinner was over and he lay, pipe in hand, in an easy-chair in his smoking-room, with Lisle lounging opposite him. They had been walking up partridges among the higher turnip fields all day, and now both were pleasantly tired and filled with languid good-humor.
These pictures would now fetch in the open market from two to three hundred guineas each. But in those days good work was little known, and landscapes especially were very little sought after. Patrick Nasmyth's admirable rendering of the finer portions of landscape nature attracted the attention of collectors, and he received many commissions from them at very low prices.
Stephenson, in getting the engine put in order for the Patent Office Museum, certainly did not cut off the fire-box shown in Mr. Nasmyth's sketch, and replace it with the sham box now on the boiler. If our readers will turn to our impression for the 30th of June, 1876, they will find a very accurate engraving of the South Kensington engine, which they can compare with Mr.
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