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"Please carry my waterproof, while I button my gloves." Pryce was enchanted. As the party left the house, he and Constance walked on together, ahead of the others. She put on her most charming manners, and the young man was more than flattered. What was it, he asked himself, complacently, that gave her such a delicate distinction?
But if some great call were made upon him, mightn't it stir up something splendid in him, finer things than those are capable of 'who need no repentance'? "There something has splashed on my paper. I have written enough. Now you must tell me of yourselves. How is your father? Does Aunt Ellen like Ryde? I am so delighted to hear that Mr. Pryce is actually coming.
But they must leave their luggage behind; there will be no room for luggage in the boats. And tell any of them who may be below to complete their preparations and come on deck without delay." At this moment Mr Pryce, having completed his investigations forward, came rushing up the poop ladder and, wild with excitement, shouted to the skipper "We can't live five minutes, sir!
Before he went, he asked her to keep the first four dances for him at the Marmion ball, and two supper-dances. But Constance evaded a direct assent. She would do her best. But she had promised some to Mr. Pryce, and some to Mr. Radowitz. Falloden's look darkened. "You should not allow him to dance with you," he said imperiously. "He is too eccentric.
He realised in her, with a disagreeable surprise, the note that was so unlike her mother the note of recklessness, of vehement will. It was really ill-luck that some one else than Douglas Falloden could not have been found to look after her riding. "I suppose you will be 'doing' the Eights all next week?" said Herbert Pryce to the eldest Miss Hooper.
"It is your cousin, not the Lord Chancellor, who is the guest of the evening!" laughed Herbert Pryce, who had made his way back at last to Alice Hooper. "I never saw such a success!" Alice tossed her head in a petulant silence; and a madrigal by the college choir checked any further remarks from Mr. Pryce.
Behind them, dim figures in the twilight, followed Mrs. Hooper and Alice, with the two other ladies, their cavaliers having deserted them. "I am so glad you like Mr. Pryce," said Sorell suddenly. Constance looked at him in astonishment. "But why? I don't like him very much!" "Really?
For months she had clung to the belief that Herbert Pryce would ask her to marry him. And now all expectation of the magic words was beginning to fade from her mind. In one short week, as it seemed to her, she had been utterly eclipsed and thrown aside.
But the old gallant in him was stirred by the tall figure in white satin, winding its graceful way through the room and conquering as it went. "Ah now that fellow, Herbert Pryce, has got hold of her, of course! If ever there was a climber! But what does Miss Hooper say?" And retreating to a safe corner the Master watched with amusement the flattering eagerness with which Mr.
It was noticed with amusement that Pryce had at last found some one to whom he might talk as long and egotistically as he pleased about himself and his career; and kindly mothers had said to each other that it would be a comfort to the Hoopers to have one of the daughters settled, though in a modest way.
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