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He made his way at a dignified pace around the drive, pausing en route to look at the gables and wings of Roselawn as one who returns to familiar scenes after a long absence. Without encountering any one he reached the stables, and opening a door, mounted the stairs that led to the dwelling-quarters above.
In spite of what you say, it is my intention to keep to the tradition of the Durwents, and that is that the occupant of Roselawn' 'What! am not I his mother? cried the good woman, her hysteria having much the same effect on Lord Durwent's smoothly developing monologue as a heavy pail dropped by a stage-hand during Hamlet's soliloquy.
'You will never come back. She laughed with a strange tremulousness, but in her eyes there was something of the scorn she had shown towards him at Roselawn. 'You are wrong, he said; 'I must' 'You are an American, she answered quickly, 'and that comes first with you. Your country has nothing to do with this war, and you are going back to it. You will stay there. I know you will.
'I meant every word I said but I suppose there's some one else. 'Only a dream-man, Horace. 'What about that American? 'What American? Her agitation was something she could hardly have explained. 'That author-fellow at Roselawn. He was frightfully keen on you.
His attitude towards the servants was one of pleasant dignity, and the tenantry all spoke of Master Malcolm as a fine young gentleman who would make a worthy ruler of Roselawn. Between him and Richard there was little love lost. The elder boy disapproved of his hoydenish sister, and sought at all times to shame her tempestuous nature by insistence on decorum in their relations.
He wrote to her three times pleaded with her to come again. He begged forgiveness for omitted or committed things which might have hurt her, but no reply came. He thought of writing to Roselawn, fancying she might have gone there, but he was certain that before the letter could reach her she would have come again, and they would only laugh at the idea of any misunderstanding.
Towards eleven o'clock he made the request of the chaplain, who left him, promising to return shortly after midnight; and, with his hands clasped behind his back, Dick walked slowly up and down the hut. His mind journeyed to Roselawn and Elise. At least and at the thought he struck his hands together with joy she would never know. She would think he had died in China.
The house at Roselawn was large, and, with its ivy-covered exterior, presented a spectacle of considerable beauty. The front was in the form of a 'hollow square, creating an imposing courtyard, and giving the windows of the library and the drawing-room ample opportunity for sunshine.
From the sources of heredity the spirit of the Netherlands fighting against the yoke of Spain, and the instinct of revolt which lies in every Celtic breast, flowed and mingled with his own newly awakened passion for world-freedom. He had left Roselawn with a formal good-bye taken of the whole family together.
He had been at Roselawn a couple of days before he had a chance to do more than observe Elise Durwent as one of the party. She had been his partner at tennis and bridge, and a dozen times he had exchanged light talk with her, but there was always about her the defensive shield of impersonal cordiality.
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