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Updated: May 8, 2025
Campbell, your first thought was the true one: you must not fight that cur. After all, it's a farce: you won't fire at him, and he can't hit you so leave ill alone. Beside, for Scoutbush's sake, her sake, every one's sake, the thing must be hushed up. If the fellow chooses to duck under into the London mire, let him lie there, and forget him!"
Scoutbush is standing with Trebooze beyond the bar, upon a little lawn set thick with alders. Trebooze is fussing and fidgetting about, wiping his forehead perpetually; telling everybody to get out of the way, and not to interfere; then catching hold of Scoutbush's button to chatter in his face; then, starting aside to put some part of his dress to rights.
Along the whole north pavement of the square only one figure moves, and that is Major Campbell. His face is haggard and anxious; he walks with a quick, excited step; earnest enough, whoever else is not. For in front of Lord Scoutbush's house the road is laid with straw. There is sickness there, anxiety, bitter tears. Lucia has not found her husband, but she has lost her child.
And dreadful, too, the private troubles which were thickening fast; and which seemed, instead of drawing her mother to her side, to estrange her more and more, for some mysterious reason. Her mother was heavily in debt. This ten pounds of Lord Scoutbush's would certainly clear off the miller's bill. Her scanty quarter's salary, which was just due, would clear off a little more.
"No; you must stay here. I cannot trust Scoutbush's head, and these poor dear souls will have no one to look to but you. I can trust you with them, I know. Me you will perhaps never see again." "You can trust me!" said the affectionate little painter, the tears starting to his eyes, as he wrung Campbell's hand. "Mind one thing!
Not a pawky wee burn, like this Aberglaslyn thing." "Only five fish?" said Valencia, in a frightened tone. "Fish, my leddy, not trouts, I said. I thought ye knew better than that by this time." "Oh, salmon?" cried Valencia, relieved. "Delightful. I'll go to him this moment." And upstairs to Scoutbush's room she went.
I ought to ask Scoutbush's opinion; but the poor dear fellow is out, you see." Claude read the note written at Bangor. "Fight him I will not! I detest the notion: a soldier should never fight a duel. His life is the Queen's, and not his own. And yet if the honour of the family has been compromised by my folly, I must pay the penalty, if Scoutbush thinks it proper."
I thought I could not be mistaken in the voice." "This is too pleasant, sir, to renew our watery loves together here," said Tom: but a second look at the Major's face showed him that he was in no jesting mood. "How is the party at Beddgelert? I fancied you with them still." "They are all in London, at Lord Scoutbush's house, in Eaton Square." "In London, at this dull time?
Oh no; Elsley was at Lord Scoutbush's service, of course, and had really nothing to do. So out they went. "Charming old pigeon-hole it is," said its owner, "I have not seen it since I went into the Guards. Campbell says it's a shame of me, and so it is one, I suppose; but how beautiful you have made the garden look!"
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