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Then he returned to the fireside, and sank back into his chair. "What a beautiful what a divinely beautiful idea," Susanna said at last, with feeling. "Beautiful," emphatically chimed in Protestant Miss Sandus. "Stand still, true poet that you are, I know you, let me try and name you," laughed Anthony, from the hearth-rug. "Chrysostom he should be named Chrysostom," said Miss Sandus.
"Never forget," Miss Sandus whispered in his ear, as he paid her his adieux, "never forget that sound old adage 'journeys end in lovers meeting." This was oracular, and he had no opportunity to press for an interpretation; but it was clearly intended as of good omen. At the same time, in another part of the room, Susanna was whispering to Adrian.
"I wished to pass the summer in England, and was looking for a country house. The agent in London mentioned Craford New Manor, among a number of others, and Miss Sandus and I came down to see it. The prospect of finding myself the tenant of my exiled sovereign rather appealed to me appealed to my sense of romance and to my sense of humour.
I never could and never shall understand how it is possible for people to be bored. What do you say " he looked towards the piano "to my singing you a little song?" "You 're inimitable but you 're inimitably exasperating." Miss Sandus gave him up, with a resigned toss of the head. "Do sing us a little song," Susanna begged. He set off, dancing, in the direction of the instrument.
"That fellow Willes, and your enchanting friend Miss Sandus." Susanna gave one of her light trills of laughter. "We can't discuss our private affairs before them," said Anthony; "and I 've been pining to discuss our private affairs." "Have we private affairs?" Susanna questioned, in surprise. "Of course we have," said he. "Everybody has.
"Yes," she said. But before he could move, she had sprung up, and disappeared through one of the French windows, joining Miss Sandus and Adrian at the piano. In her flight, however, she forgot her fan. It lay where she had left it on the table. Anthony picked it up, pressed it to his face. He closed his eyes, and kept it pressed to his face.
"Then the good Father can bring him to you." "Oh, don't don't leave me," Susanna begged, stretching out her hand. "My dear!" laughed Miss Sandus, and she tripped off towards the Palace. "Well, Father," Susanna said, after a pause, "will you show him the way?"
You poor dear fortunate Protestants" he directed his remark to Miss Sandus "have no conception how frequently Friday comes. I think there are seven Fridays in the week." Anthony, standing near her, looking down at her, was conscious of a great content in his heart, and of a great craving. "How splendid she is. Was there ever such hair? Were there ever such eyes, such lips?
"But you are forgetting Mr. Willes. Mr. Willes will tell him." "No, I 've not forgotten Mr. Willes," said Susanna. "I should n't very much mind letting Mr. Willes into my confidence. But I think on the whole I 'll make him take Mr. Willes with him." "You 're nothing if not arbitrary," Miss Sandus laughed. "I come of a line of tyrants," said Susanna.
"Would you?" said Anthony, surprised, encouraged. But, in a second, despondency had closed round him again. "You see," he signified, "the situation is uncommonly delicate one 's at a double and twisted disadvantage." "How so?" Miss Sandus asked, looking up. "She's established here for the summer. I, of all men, must n't be the one to make Craford impossible for her." "I see," said Miss Sandus.
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