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Olmney?" "I am afraid," said he shaking his head a little, "my eye wants training. I have not been once in your company I believe without your shewing me something I could not see." "That young lady, sir," said Dr. Quackenboss from the far side of the fire, where he was busy giving it more wood, "that young lady, sir, is a pattron to her a to all young ladies." "A patron!" said Mr. Olmney.
Olmney observed that his companion's face settled into a gravity rather at variance with the expression it had worn. "I should hardly think," said he softly, "that you were looking through white spectacles, if you had not told us so." "O a shade may come over what one is looking at you know," said Fleda. But seeing that he still watched her inquiringly she added,
"Mrs. Douglass," said Mr. Olmney, "I feel very much inclined to play the host, and beg my friends to share with me some of these good things they have been so bountifully providing." "He would enjoy them much more than he would alone, Mrs. Douglass," said Mrs. Evelyn, who still had hold of Mr. Olmney's arm, looking round to the lady with a most benign face.
Olmney," said Fleda, making a tremendous effort. But though she could see corresponding indications about her companion's eyes and mouth, she admired the kindness and self-command with which he listened to the doctor's civilities and answered them; expressing his grateful sense of the favours received not only from him but from others.
"It would lame a man's arms the worst kind," said Philetus. Fleda stood listening to the discussion and smiling, when Hugh, suddenly wheeling about, brought her face to face with Mr. Olmney. "I have been sitting some time with Mrs. Rossitur," he said, "and she rewarded me with permission to come and look at you. I mean not that I wanted a reward, for I certainly did not " "Ah, Mr.
Fleda dared not look up while the introductions were passing of "the Rev. Mr. Olmney," and of "Dr. Quackenboss," the former of whom Mr. Carleton took cordially by the hand, while Dr. Quackenboss, conceiving that his hand must be as acceptable, made his salutations with an indescribable air, at once of attempted gracefulness and ingratiation.
They both sat thoughtfully looking into the fire till it had burnt itself out and nothing but a glowing bed of coals remained. "That is an excellent young man!" said Mrs. Rossitur. "Who?" "Mr. Olmney. He sat with me some time after you had gone." "So you said before," said Fleda, wondering at the troubled expression of her aunt's face. "He made me wish," said Mrs.
Olmney!" she whispered, with an intensely amused face, "I shall have a vision of you every day for a month to come, sitting down to dinner with a rueful face to a whortleberry pie; for there are so many of them your conscience will not let you have anything else cooked you cannot manage more than one a day." "Pies!" said the young gentleman, as Mrs.
"No," said Fleda, "they are better than that they are no worse colour than the snow's own they show me everything just as it is. It could not be lovelier." "Then we may conclude, may we not," said Mr. Olmney, "that you are not sorry to find yourself in Queechy again?" "I am not sorry to find myself in the woods again. That is not pitch, Mr. Olmney." "It has the same colour and weight."
"Mamma," said Constance, "if you permit such a thing, I shall hope that memory will be a fingerboard of remorse to you, pointing to Miss Ringgan's pale cheeks." "I shall charge it entirely upon Miss Ringgan's own fingerboard," said Mrs. Evelyn, with her complacently amused face. "Fleda, my dear, shall I request Mr. Olmney to delay his journey for a day or two, my love, till you are stronger?"
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