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"I'm sure I don't know," I said. "It has surprised me, that's all." "So it has me, Frank," said she. "Who told you?" "I don't know whether I ought to tell, Miss Pimpernell," I replied, hesitatingly. "It was disclosed to me in confidence, and " "No matter, no matter, my clear boy," said the old lady briskly. "Then you ought not to tell me. But, at the same time, Frank, I don't believe a word of it!
It is better to mourn than to rejoice, as I've often heard my poor dear papa say when he was alive." "Nonsense, ma!" pertly said her daughter Seraphine; "you can't believe that. I'm sure I'd rather laugh than cry, any day. And so would you, too, ma, in spite of your seriousness!" "Your mamma is quite right in some respects, my dear," said little Miss Pimpernell.
She was always keen to scent out what might be disagreeable to other people, was Miss Spight! "Oh, it's only Horner's nonsense!" said I. "But what are these Clydes like?" "Very nice, indeed!" said Miss Pimpernell. "The mother is extremely well-bred and ladylike, and the daughter Minnie such a pretty name, Frank is quite a little darling.
"It is in some cases," I said, as mournfully as Lady Dasher could have spoken; "and this is one of them!" It was all over, I thought, so, why talk about it any more? What was done couldn't be helped! "Rubbish!" replied Miss Pimpernell; "you've had a tiff with her, and think you have parted for ever! You see, I know all about it without your telling me.
But, you wouldn't believe me; and, here you have been knocking your head against a wall just on account of that cock-and-a-bull-story, and nothing else! Ah, you lovers will never learn common sense! If it wasn't for us old ladies, you would get into such fine scrapes that you would never get out of them, I can tell you!" "And you are sure it is not true, Miss Pimpernell?" I asked, imploringly.
Dear little Miss Pimpernell had endeavoured to satisfy, as far as she was able, the longing cravings of my heart for any intelligence about Min how she was looking, if she saw her often, did she think of me, if she was happy or miserable at my absence; but, how little could her budgets compare with the letters I now got regularly, once a fortnight at least, from Min herself the fountain-head of all my desires!
"Fret not thyself," says the Psalmist, "lest thou be moved to do evil;" and, I try not to fret when I remember the message my darling left for me with Miss Pimpernell who watched by her dying bed and told me what she had said, in her very own dear, dear words.
Min had been again sent down to the country, the very day on which I received her heart-breaking letter. This I heard from my old friend, dear little Miss Pimpernell, who tried vainly to console me. She endeavoured to make me believe that "all would come right in the end," as she had prophesied before; but, I refused to be comforted. I could not share her faith.
"Ah, ha!" he said, "I heard one good reedel ze ozer day. A leetle mees at one of my academies told it me. Young ladies, why is ze old gentlemans, le diable, zat is " "O-oh! Monsieur Parole!" ejaculated Miss Pimpernell. "Your pardon, Mees Peemple," said Monsieur Parole he never could give her the additional syllable to her name "Your pardon, Mees Peemple; but we wiz call hims somesing else.
She was always petting and caressing me; and, I believe, considered me a sort of big baby exclusively her own property. "But his taking a house looks suspicious," I said, willing to be more convinced. "Not a bit of it," said Miss Pimpernell, sturdily. "Why, if Monsieur Parole d'Honneur took a house, would that be any reason for his getting married?
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