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Cassilis, I never saw her look at him like that before, as if she were awful' glad to see him, you know; so I don't think I'd wait till the full o' the moon, if I were you. I think you'd better marry her this afternoon." "That," said Bellew, clapping him on the shoulder, "is a very admirable idea, I'll mention it to her on the first available opportunity, my Porges."
And Porges! dear, quaint, Small Porges! where under heaven could he ever find again such utter faith, such pure unaffected loyalty and devotion as throbbed within that small, warm heart? How could he ever bid "Good-bye" to loving, eager, little Small Porges? And then there was Miss Priscilla, and the strong, gentle Sergeant, and Peterday, and sturdy Adam, and Prudence, and the rosy-cheeked maids.
At length, having seen Anthea, and Miss Priscilla safely stowed, he clambered up beside Bellew, and gave him the word to proceed. What pen could describe his ecstatic delight as he sat there, with one hand hooked into the pocket of Uncle Porges' coat, and with the cool night wind whistling through his curls.
Lightly, and nimbly Anthea swung herself up to the high seat, turning to make Small Porges secure beside her, as Bellew handed him up. "You'll look after things for me, Adam?" said Anthea, glancing back wistfully into the dim recesses of the cool, old hall. "Aye, I will that, Miss Anthea!" "Mr. Bellew, we can find room for you if you care to come with us?"
Something of all this was in Bellew's mind as he sat with Small Porges beside him, watching Miss Anthea dispense tea, brewed as it should be, in an earthen tea-pot. "Milk and sugar, Mr. Bellew?" "Thank you!" "This is blackberry, an' this is raspberry an' red currant but the blackberry jam's the best, Uncle Porges!" "Thank you, nephew."
"I'm afraid I am, nephew." "Do you really mean that you want to marry my Auntie Anthea?" "I do." "As much as Mr. Cassilis does?" "A great deal more, I think." Small Porges sighed again, and shook his head very gravely indeed: "Uncle Porges," said he, "I'm s'prised at you!" "I rather feared you would be, nephew." "It's all so awful' silly, you know! why do you want to marry her?"
"What do you mean by that, my dear friend?" said Prosper blandly, defying periphrasis. "Messire," went on Master Porges, hard put to it, "to answer you were to defile the tongue God hath given me for her ladyship's service. To obey is better than sacrifice. Her present obedience is that I should request your presence in the ante-chamber the instant of your appearing before these halls."
"Why, then my prayers did reach!" "Why, of course, prayers always reach, my Porges." "Then, oh! do you s'pose I shall find the fortune, too?" "Not a doubt of it, just look at the moon!" "The moon?" "Why, haven't you noticed how er peculiar it is to-night?" "Peculiar?" repeated Small Porges breathlessly, turning to look at it.
Besides one of Beethoven's symphonies, several selections from my newer works were given, and when next day Porges paid me about two thousand marks, with the reservation of a few smaller supplementary payments, I laughingly assured him that this was the first money I had ever earned by my own exertions.
"Exactly," said Prosper, and kicked him out. The breathless audience was resumed. A timid knocking a mere flutter at the door ushered in as tip-toe a couple as you might easily see. Master Porges fell to his knees and prayers; Melot was too far gone for that. She simply did everything she was told. "Melot," said Prosper, "you will tell me the whole tale from the beginning.
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