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His eyes rested longingly on a light punt, which, running half out of a rustic boathouse, swayed suggestively on the gleaming water. "I wish I had time, " he said, half aloud, while Nebbie wagging his tail violently, sat waiting and expectant. The river looked deliciously tempting.
Sir Morton Pippitt is bad enough as a neighbour, but he's a good three miles off at Badsworth Hall, thank Heaven! whereas Abbot's Manor is but a quarter of an hour's walk from this gate. We've had pleasant times in the dear old- fashioned gardens, Nebbie, you and I, but it's all over!
Plato every now and again would indulge in a walk abroad with Julian, accompanying him as far as the rectory, where he would enter, laying his broad head on Walden's knee with a world of sympathy in his loving brown eyes, while Nebbie, half-jealous, half-gratified, squatted humbly in the shadow of his feathery tail.
Having got himself into a great heat and glow with this mental resolve and his physical exertions combined, he hastily donned his clothes, took his stoutest walking-stick, and sallied forth into the cool dim air of the as yet undeclared morning, the faithful Nebbie accompanying him. Scarcely, however, had he shut his garden gate behind him when Bainton confronted him. "Marnin', Passon!"
The mistress of the Manor is coming home, and I'm positively certain, Nebbie, yes, old boy! positively certain that we shall both detest her!" When England's great Queen, Victoria the Good; was still enjoying her first happy years of wedded life, and society, under her gentle sway, was less ostentatious and much more sincere in its code of ethics than it is nowadays, the village of St.
Trespassers will be prosecuted. But in all the years he had lived at St. Rest, he cared nothing for that. As rector of the parish he had his little privileges. Nebbie trotted at his heels with the air of a dog accustomed to very familiar surroundings.
The faithful Nebbie, who had passed all the hours of his master's absence, 'on guard' by the window of the vacant study, came running to meet him as he set foot upon the lawn, three or four doves that were brooding on the old tiled and gabled roof of the rectory, rose aloft in a short flight and descended again, cooing softly as though with satisfaction at his return, and there was a soothing silence everywhere, the work of the day being done, and Bainton having left the garden trim and fair to its own sweet solitude and calm.
"Mary Elia! I wonder if her descendant, 'Maryllia, is anything like her?" Slowly turning, he went out of the picture gallery, across the hall and into the garden, where the faithful Nebbie was waiting for him, amid a company of pigeons who were busy picking up what they fancied from the gravelled path, and who were utterly unembarrassed by the constant waggings of the terrier's rough tail.
"Nymphea Odorata," he murmured, in the yearning tone of a lover addressing his beloved; "Nymphea Chromatella now I wonder if I shall see anything of them this year! The Aurora Caroliniana must have been eaten up by water-rats!" Nebbie uttered a short bark. The faintest whisper of 'rats' seriously affected his nerves.
He shut all his writing materials in his desk, and following Nebbie out to the lawn, seated himself with a volume of Owen Meredith in his hand. He was soon absorbed.
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