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Let us determine quickly, for it will soon be dark." "We are at your service," gallantly responded John Manners. "Any way will suit us equally well." Certainly, provided that the walk was long enough, the direction they should take was of little importance to him. He had a more important matter on his mind. "Let it be Rowsley way, Margaret," asked Dorothy.
Stafford wore the better she liked him, because he was always clean and they were not. Mr. Stafford had three children; Val, late of the Dorchester Regiment, Rowsley an Artillery lieutenant two years younger, and Isabel the curate, a tall slip of a girl of nineteen. They were all beloved, but Val was the prop of the family and the pride of his father's heart.
He was the Rowsley of the old boyish delight in field sports, reminiscences of prowlings and trappings in the woods, gropings along water-banks, enjoyment of racy gossip. He spoke wrathfully of "one of their newspapers" which steadily persisted in withholding from publication every letter he wrote to it, after printing the first. And if it printed one, why not the others?
'I propose running down to take my leave of Lady Ormont to-morrow, replied Weyburn. 'She is handsome? She is very handsome. 'Beautiful, do you mean? 'Oh, my lady, it would only be a man's notion! 'Now, that 's as good an answer as could be made! You 're sure to succeed. I 'm not the woman's enemy. But let her keep her place. Why, Rowsley can't be coming to-day! Did Lord Ormont look ill?
He could have borne any sin in the Decalogue less hardly than a breach of the military oath. He stopped Isabel, Rowsley, Lawrence himself when they tried to plead for Val. "I am not angry," he said feebly. "If my son were alive I wouldn't shut my door on him. But it's better as it is." He even tried to persuade Isabel to break with Lawrence.
A man like Rowsley, still feeling the world before him, as a man of his energies and aptitudes, her humour added in the tide of his anxieties, had a right to feel, would not fall upon resignation like a woman. She was at the physician's door at eight o'clock. Dr.
He's staying at his own place, Farringay I think from the way Laura spoke it is what one calls a place and they expect him by the morning train. Laura's to meet him in the car." "Did you ask her to bring him in to tea," said Rowsley, frowning over the marmalade jar, "when Val is safe to be out and you didn't know I should be here?" "Yes: oughtn't I to have?" "No."
"I met Mistress Vernon and Lady Madge at the Royal Arms, and escorted them to Rowsley for reasons which she has just given to you. I was about to depart when you entered." "Tut, tut! Malcolm, you will come with us to Haddon Hall." "To be ordered away again, Sir George?" I asked. "I did not order you to go. You left in a childish fit of anger. Why in the devil's name did you run away so quickly?
He's dressed in his white corduroy and knee-breeches. Age! he won't know age till he's ninety. Here he comes marching. He can't bear surprises. I'll wave my hand and call. She called his name. In a few strides he was at the carriage window. 'You, Charlotte? 'Home again, Rowsley! Bring down your eyebrows, and let me hear you're glad I 've come. 'What made you expect you would find me here?
Rowsley Stafford was doing the honours and came forward to be introduced to Lawrence, a ceremony remarkable only because they both took an instantaneous dislike to each other.
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