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After we had talked for some time he said, "Life goes wonderfully fast, Regie, though you may not think so just now. I do so well remember being a child myself. My brother gave me half-a-crown, and I got one. It seems as if that one yonder must be it. I began a model of my father's house in card-board one winter, too. Then I got bronchitis, and did not finish it.
'You grudge me everything; you wouldn't let me speak one single word to Uncle Regie, and kept bothering about! I'll never do anything with you again! I won't. 'Did you want to speak to Uncle Regie? asked Mysie. 'To be sure I did! He is my uncle, that I knew ever so long before you did, and you never let him speak to me. 'Mrs.
Then Lady Merrifield laid her hand on the girl's shoulder very gently, and said, 'It was too much for you, my dear, you are not quite strong yet. 'Oh yes; I'm well. Only I am so very very miserable, and the gust of sobs and tears rushed on her again. 'Dear child, I should like to be able to help you! 'You can't! I've done it! And and they'll all be against me always Uncle Regie and all!
When you said so much about the Mohun pride and scorn of your poor, dear uncle. 'Uncle Regie is not proud. And he would know what to do. 'But, cried Constance, in a fright, 'you would never tell him! You promised that it should be a secret, and I should be in such a dreadful scrape with Lady Merrifield and Mary.
So she came down in hat and ulster, and was rewarded with 'That's right, Doll; I'm glad to see they have taught you to take country walks. 'It is all compliment to you, Uncle Regie, said Gillian. 'She hates them generally. 'Are we all ready? Where are Japs and Will? 'Gone to shut up the dogs; and Hal is not coming. 'Beneath his dignity, eh? 'I think he has some reading to do, said Gillian.
Does your arm hurt much?" "I don't know. Mother says it does, and Fräulein says it doesn't. But it isn't that." "What is it, then?" "It isn't that, or the 'tato being lost, it was only crumbs afterwards; but, Mr. Bishop, I hadn't done nothing." Regie looked into the kind keen eyes, and his own little red ones filled again with tears. "I had not done nothing," he repeated.
Regie stood in the doorway, holding the Bishop's hand. The cold snow light fell upon the gallant little figure and white face. The doctor moved between Hester and the window. His shadow was upon her. The hearts of the two men beat like hammers. A change came over Hester's face. "My little Reg," she said, holding out her bandaged hands. Regie ran to her, and put his arms round her neck.
Doll Loftus had given the Gresleys leave to take the children there. "Oh, Regie, we always go there," said Mary, plaintively, who invariably chose the Pratts' park, with its rustic bridges and châlets, which Mr. Pratt, in a gracious moment, had "thrown open" to the Gresleys on Sundays, because, as he expressed it, "they must feel so cramped in their little garden."
I am uncommonly hungry myself," he said, looking in every pocket for the biscuits Fräulein had forced into his hand. When they were at last discovered, in a somewhat dilapidated condition in the rug, the Bishop found they were a kind of biscuit that always made him cough, so he begged Regie, who was dividing them equally, as a personal favor, to eat them all.
'Aye, said the colonel, 'as long as Britons aren't slaves they have no objection to anything but the name for other people. 'Wait till you get out there, Regie, and see what they all say about those lazy fellows except, of course, ladies and parsons, and a few whom they've bitten, like May. 'The few are on the Christian side, of course, said Lady Merrifield, with irony in her tone.
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