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"Think what it means to Jim Airth!" said Lady Ingleby. "Think of the despair and misery through which he passed; and, after all, he had not done it." "May we see?" asked Ronald eagerly, holding out his hand for the telegram. Billy licked his dry lips, but no sound would come. "Read it," said Myra. Ronald took the telegram and read it aloud. "To Lady Ingleby, Shenstone Park, Shenstone, England.
Rolf devotedly loved his son, and though not ambitious for himself, his great desire was to see Ronald on the quarter-deck, and rising in his profession: he certainly looked as if it were more his proper place than was the forecastle where he now was. "Father," he said, turning his beaming countenance, "I do long to be in a battle. Are we likely soon to fall in with an enemy?"
He was a tall dark man with a pointed moustache, and of from forty to forty-five years of age. His features were regular and handsome; but in his thin straight eyebrows, the curl of his lips, and a certain supercilious drooping of the eyelids, Ronald read the evil passions which rendered him so dangerous and implacable an enemy. "So that is the duke!" Ronald said when he had passed on.
She stifled a sigh as she set forth. Hitherto she had always liked Lord Ronald. Why had he couched his proposal in such impossible terms? She went to the polo-ground to watch the practice, and here found several friends in whose society she tried to forget her discomfiture. But it remained with her notwithstanding, and was still present when she returned to prepare for dinner.
"I must speak to Ronald first not Ronald to me that is all!" "Then, please, go and speak to him at once!" she pleaded. "He is there do you see? at the upper end of the room, talking to that girl in pink." "And so lose this seat before I have told you my good news?" I exclaimed. "Catch me! And, besides, my dear one, think a little of me and my good news!
Ella was fond of the old gentleman, too, the only father she had ever known, and her little ones, Ronald and his baby sister, were to all a strong bond of union. "It is to be an afternoon party, I suppose?" remarked Mrs. Dinsmore in a tone of inquiry. "Yes," said Mr. Lilburn. "Come as early as you please, bringing all the little folks as the guests of our bit laddie.
And have a care, that you do not neglect my orders, when your own hour of merriment arrives." "I have no lot nor portion in such things," said Ronald, gruffly; "for, as the scripture saith" "Have done with your texts, Ronald," interrupted La Tour; "you Scots are forever preaching, when you ought to practice; your duty is to hear and obey, and I require nothing more of you."
"No, not yet," she cried; "but this false woman will drive me so!" Then Miss Charteris rose, her calm, grand face unruffled, not a quiver on her proud lips. "Stay, Miss Charteris, one moment, I pray you," said Ronald, "while my wife apologizes for her folly." "It is all true," cried Dora. "She wrote and asked you to meet her here."
Years ago, Ronald, my life was blighted my hopes, wishes, ambitions, and plans all melted; they lived again in you. I longed with wicked impatience for the time when you should carry out my dreams, and add fresh luster to a grand old name.
Dora never noted them; she thought only of the morning past and the morning to come, while Ronald dreamed of her almost unconsciously. She had been a bright feature in a bright day; his artistic taste had been gratified, his eyes had been charmed. The pretty picture haunted him, and he remembered with pleasure that on the morrow he should see the shy, sweet face again.
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