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Ormiston let his glance rest on the somewhat showy figure. "I doubt if William has discovered it either," he remarked. "Oh! as to your poor brother William, heaven only knows what he has or has not discovered! Now, Helen, this conversation becomes undesirable. You've asked innumerable questions about your cousin. Go and make acquaintance with him.
They're saving themselves for Moneida and old man Ormiston." "Well, I heartily wish," said Mrs Murchison, in a tone of grievance with the world at large, and if you were not responsible you might keep out of the way "I heartily wish that Lorne had stayed at home that day and not got mixed up with old man Ormiston." "They'll find it pretty hard to fix anything on Lorne," said Alec.
She replied promptly that must not be, and immediately moved in the matter, and through her efforts three delegates were soon authorized to go, representing different constituencies Mrs. Alice Cliff Scatcherd, Mrs. Ormiston Chant, and Mrs. Ashton Dilke. Toward the last of February, 1888, we went again to London to make a few farewell visits to dear friends. We spent a few days with Mrs.
"But the mists were first by a very long time," answered Bessie. "I don't believe that story," said John. "I have read about the Cakeholy business somewhere, but you have made that Or-Mist-on affair out of your own head: isn't that true, Bessie?" "I am not bound to answer unbelievers, John." "Besides," said John, "Ormiston is far; liker French than Saxon." "Mr.
Hang it, man!" exclaimed Sir Norman, getting somewhat excited and profane, "what are you driving at? Can't you speak out and tell me at once?" "I have told you!" said Ormiston, testily: "and I tell you again, she sent me in search of you, and if you don't choose to come, that's your own affair, and not mine."
The wet bridal robes were drenched and dripping about her, the long dark hair hung in saturated masses over her neck and arms, and contrasted vividly with a face, Ormiston thought at once, the whitest, most beautiful, and most stonelike he had ever seen. "Thank you, my man; thank you, my lord," said Ormiston, preparing to push off.
She looked straight at him, and drew her breath in a long half-laughing sigh. "Oh, dear me! what a plague of a hurry you are in!" she said. "Well then then I suppose I must it is hardly a graceful expression, but it is of your choosing, not of mine I suppose I must go the whole hog." Roger Ormiston rose, treading the fallen tulips under foot.
"What do you say, Julius?" Ormiston demanded at last. "I suppose our only thought is for Katherine for Lady Calmady?" he said. "And in that case I agree with Dr. Knott." Roger took another turn to the window, stood there awhile struggling with his natural desire to escape from so painful an embassy. "Very well, if you are not here, Knott, I undertake to tell her," he said at last.
Nothing very wonderful in all this; and Sir Norman and Ormiston looked at her for an explanation. "Do you know those two gentlemen?" she asked. "Certainly," replied Sir Norman, promptly; "one is the Duke of York, the other the Earl of Rochester." "And that page, to which of them does he belong?"
"Why, Dickie dear, it is simply glorious to have you and Camp paying visits on your own account." Her speech broke into a little cry, while her fingers closed so tightly on the tulips that the brittle stalks snapped, and the gay-coloured bells of them hung limply, some falling on to the carpet about her feet. "Roger Colonel Ormiston I didn't know you were home were here!"
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