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And then again, as the orderly retired, and the sisters were left alone, Nellie Travers with trembling lips asked the question, "Have I done so much harm, after all, Kate?" "Oh, Nellie! Nellie! forgive me, for I have been nearly mad with misery!" was Mrs. Rayner's answer, as she burst into a fresh paroxysm of tears. "That that woman has has told me fearful lies."
She divined his purpose in an instant, and her slender hand was laid pleadingly yet firmly on his arm. "Mr. Hayne, don't go. Don't think of going. Stay here until Sam comes. He's coming now," she faltered. "Is this Captain Rayner's house?" he asked, hoarse and low. "No matter whose it is! I welcome you here. You shall not go," she cried, impulsively, and both little hands were tagging at his arm.
The boy's spirits and fun seem to jar on Rayner's nerves. He regards him blackly as he rides gracefully towards the battalion commander, and with decidedly nonchalant ease of manner and an "off-hand" salute that has an air about it of saying, "I do this sort of thing because one has to, but it doesn't really mean anything, you know," Mr. Hayne accosts his superior: "Ah, good-evening, captain.
"Aw, cut out that slush an' hike along t' Rayner's wi' me; I got a job for you an' Heine " Side by side they crossed the gloomy, open lot until they were come beneath a lamp at a certain bleak street corner. Here Soapy paused and held out his hand, open to the light. "This don't happen t' be your ring, Bud?" he enquired lazily.
I was not on the chestnut mare this time, but on Rawdon, Miss Rayner's special favourite, and the one she always rode herself. It was a mark of great favour her allowing me to try him. It was a pleasant day for a ride, and when we got up on a bit of the moor it delighted me. Suddenly, without any warning, a pack of hounds dashed by, followed closely by the huntsmen.
Her cheeks were aflame with excitement and pleasure, her eyes dancing, and despite the fatigue of her long journey she was looking dangerously pretty, as Captain Rayner glanced for a moment from the baby's wondering eyes, took in the picture like an instantaneous photograph, and then looked again into Mrs. Rayner's smiling face.
"I simply hold that any attempt to work up a regimental row out of this thing will make bad infinitely worse, and I deprecate the whole business." "I suppose you mean to intimate that Captain Rayner's position and that of the regiment is bad, all wrong, that Mr. Hayne has been persecuted," said Mrs. Rayner, with trembling lips and cheeks aflame. "Mrs. Rayner, you are unjust," said poor Foster.
It was a great pleasure to me now, and I could not but enjoy Miss Rayner's society. She was a cultivated, well-read woman, and her conversation was very different to that to which I had been accustomed. She made me feel my own ignorance on many subjects, and I was glad to read the books and reviews she placed in my hands.
The letter had brought little comfort to me, but I could see it had greatly relieved Miss Rayner's mind. My one fear now was that it was illness, perhaps death, that was the cause of his absence. 'He says so little, I remarked presently; 'he does not tell me the nature of the accident, or how badly he has been hurt. And why should the letter have been delayed?
Before they could rummage in their bags for the required article, Mrs. Rayner's voice was heard: "Take this, porter." And she held forth a little silver flask. "I have more in my trunk if it is needed," she added, while a blush mounted to her forehead as she saw the quizzical smile on her sister's face.
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