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The Guardian's wife owned that she ought not to press him to sleep at her house, and forwarded his departure with strong fellow-feeling for the mother's hungry bosom. From the station Frank sent telegrams to Herbert, to Mrs. Morton, and to Rose Rollstone; besides one to Lady Adela, containing only the reference, Luke xv. 32.
'Oh, now, now! and she even opened the door a little. 'He is not drowned! At least, Rose Rollstone thinks 'What? and he threw the door wide open. 'Rose Rollstone is sure she saw him with Louisa Hall in London that day, hurried out Ida, still bent on screening herself. 'She's gone to Canada. It's there that Herbert is gone to find him and bring him home! 'And why why were we never told?
'I I, stammered his Lordship, with an unexpected choke in his throat, 'have to congratulate you, Mr. Rollstone, on having such a daughter. Then, grasping Rose's hand as in a vice, 'Miss Rollstone, what we owe to you is past expression. 'I am sure she is very happy, my Lord, to have been of service, said her mother, with a simper. Mr.
'And there's a horrid, little, artful school teacher, who drew him in years ago before I was married even, said Mrs. Morton. 'No doubt she will try to keep him now. Most likely she always knew what was going to happen. Cannot he be set free from the entanglement? 'Oh! gasped Constance. 'That is serious, observed Mr. Rollstone gravely.
I liked that better than the one where the girl with no clothes to speak of was running like mad after a golden ball. They said that was an heirloom, worth five hundred 'Lord Burnside's yachting cups are valued at five thousand, said Mr. Rollstone. 'I should know, for I had the care of them, and it was a responsibility as weighed on my mind. So whatever Mrs.
'Yes, said Constance. 'My friend, Rose Rollstone, who lives just by our house at Westhaven, and was going back to London the night that Mite was lost, wrote to me that she was sure she had seen his face just then. She thought, and I thought it was one of those strange things one hears of sights at the moment of death. So I never told of it, but now I cannot help fancying 'Oh!
Herbert, if only he could have got into the army. To sit with Mr. Rollstone, whom the last winter's rheumatics had left very infirm, was Eden's chief afternoon employment, as she could not follow her charge's wanderings on the beach, but had to leave him to the nursery-maid, Ellen.
Rollstone solemnly. 'I declare it is an awful shame, burst out Ida, while Constance cooed 'Dear uncle! 'Hush, hush, Ida! said her mother. 'Your uncle has always treated us handsomely, and we have every reason to expect that he will continue to do so. 'He ought to have us to live with him in his house in London, and take us to Court, said Ida. 'Oh, Mr. Rollstone, is he not bound to do that?
'Don't talk of it, Ida; it makes me sick to think of it. I say is that the old red rock where they saw the last of the poor little kid? 'Yes; that was where his hat was. 'Did you find it? Was it washed up? 'Don't talk of such dreadful things, Bertie; I can't bear it! And there's Rose Rollstone!
Rollstone tried to console his mother by declaring that it was aristocratic to know how to handle the ropes; and Herbert, sitting among the girls, began, while devouring sausages, to express his intention of having a yacht, in which Rose should be taken on a voyage.
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