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I assert," said I. And by that time I was in such a temper, and my nerves had so gone to bits that I didn't know, and cared less, what I was saying. I went on and told Dick exactly what I thought of Mrs. Senter, and that for a loyal, true sort of man like Sir Lionel it would be better to die at once than have her for his wife for that would be death, too, only slow and lingering.
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Senter laugh at me for thinking it the real castle, but said it was a natural mistake for a girl who had spent all her life in a French school and how should I know the difference? I was grateful to him, for though I love to have some people laugh at me she isn't one of those people. She laughs in that sniffy way cats have. The real castle I can see from my own feudal, castellated balcony.
Senter found that Ellaline and my sister were in the habit of sitting in the tonneau, Young Nick beside me, she asked, after a little hesitation, if she might take his place, leaving the chauffeur to curl himself up on the emergency seat at my feet.
"Anyhow, I'm mad enough to go straight to Sir Lionel with the whole story the minute he comes back from his walk with his sister and my aunt, unless you do what I want." "That won't be very nice for Mrs. Senter," I temporized, "if she's enjoying this trip she was so anxious to take; for if Sir Lionel knows about Ellaline the tour will probably break up, and he'll rush over to France."
The Tyndal boy went up to bed before the rest of us, and when Sir Lionel and Mrs. Norton had been forced to play bridge with Mrs. Senter and Mr. Tyndal, I slipped away, too. We'd lived in the hotel such a short time, and it's so big, that I counted on recognizing my room by the boots which I put outside the door when I went down to sunset and dinner.
Senter had nothing to amuse or occupy her except your humble servant consequently she suggested a stroll in the garden before bedtime. She was almost beautiful in the moonlight, quite ethereal-looking, and her hair a nimbus for that small white face of hers; just as small, just as white, and just as smooth as when those big eyes used to look up into our eyes under an Indian moon.
She seemed thoughtful. After awhile, Emily came, swishing silkily. Mrs. Senter began to talk to her, praising the place; and then, just before the quarter past dinner-time Sir Lionel joined us, looking nice, but tired. Mrs. Senter gave him a sweet smile, and he smiled back, absent-mindedly.
Senter went on. "But he couldn't help falling in love, and to me they seem made for each other." I had to answer that of course I wasn't angry, but I thought any talk of love premature, to say the least. "You won't actually refuse your consent, then?" asked she. "Much good my refusing would do, if the girl really cares!" said I. "I shan't disinherit her, whatever she does." Mrs.
Senter cared for him, and was very unhappy. I flew out in an instant, and said that I'd do no such thing. "You must," said he. "I won't," said I. "Nobody can make me." "Oh, can't they?" said he. "I can, then, and I mean to. If you refuse to do it, I shall believe you're in love with Sir Lionel yourself." "I don't care what you believe," I flung at him.
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