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Jacques took out his pocket-handkerchief pressed his friend's hand for the last time, and departed. He mounted his horse, gathered up the reins, and set forward again toward Shadynook, leaving the disconsolate Sir Asinus to finish his preparations for departure in his beautiful sail-boat the Rebecca. Poor Sir Asinus!
He bends his steps toward Shadynook, where he arrives as the matutinal meal is smoking on the board; and this Sir Asinus partakes of with noble simplicity. One would have imagined himself in presence of Socrates dining upon herbs, instead of Sir Asinus comforting his inner man with ham and muffins.
"I will decide finally on the day of the party at Shadynook," she said, smiling; "and now let us leave the subject. But do not forget to tell me when Charles enters," she added, laughing. Poor Mowbray! he felt his heart oppressed with a new and more bitter emotion. The company thought him happy in exclusive possession of the lovely girl's society his side was pierced with a cruel, rankling thorn.
The war had called John into the aviation service of his country, but Paul had still continued his experiments in making tiny airplanes, getting his friend Robert Giddings, who lived in a fine house on Shadynook Hill, to assist him in the flying.
"Well then, sir, are you going to the May-day party at Shadynook?" "I do not know yes, I suppose, however. I have promised." "Then Miss Lucy will wish to have you." "Yes well, I shall go." "I am very glad!" said Philippa.
Shortly afterward it seemed not more than a minute the machine was over Shadynook Hill, and Bob and his father were waving a similar salute to Mrs. Giddings. As they swept on, men and women and children could be seen looking up from the streets beneath.
His arms hung down, his eyes were very dreamy, his lips were wreathed into a faint wistful smile. Poor Jacques! As he drew near Shadynook, the sunshine seemed growing every moment brighter, and the flowers exhaled sweeter odors.
Shadynook was one of those old hip-roofed houses which the traveller of to-day meets with so frequently, scattered throughout Virginia, crowning every knoll and giving character to every landscape. Before the house stretched a green lawn bounded by a low fence; and in the rear a garden full of flowers and blossoming fruit trees made the surrounding air faint with the odorous breath of Spring.
He had not the courage to call it the Martha: disappointed in love and politics, he no longer clung to either, and thought the best name after all would be the MARTYR. If not as splendid as the great ball at the Raleigh, the festival at Shadynook was declared by all to be far more pleasant.
In vain did Jacques remonstrate, and Belle-bouche declare the night delightful: Aunt Wimple, strong in her fears of night air, was inexorable. So Belle-bouche with a little pout got down, and Jacques cursing his evil stars, assisted her into the chariot. Would he not come in, and spend the night at Shadynook? they could make room for him by squeezing, said Aunt Wimple.
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