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It is all a little mysterious, perhaps, but nothing to make such a fuss about." The Colonel looked up under the sting of her reproach and tried to smile. "I dare say my wife is right," he said. "I am rather foolish about the matter possibly because it is all linked together with a very painful period of my life. Mr. Travers, my dearest friend, Steven Caruthers, had no children.
He is so pretty and sweet you couldn't help loving him!" She stooped and kissed him. "You dear, unselfish child, you make me want you more than ever." Then she hesitated. She could not decide a matter involving so much in a moment's time. Steven, she felt, would be a comfort to her, but Robin could be only a care.
As he sprang over the wheel an old gentleman came running around the corner after his hat, which the wind had carried away. Steven caught it and gave it to him. He clapped it on his bald crown with a good-natured laugh. "Thanky, sonny!" he exclaimed heartily. Then he disappeared inside the grocery just as Mr. Dearborn called out, "I believe I'll hitch the horses and go in too; I'm nearly frozen."
"What does half a stone o' loaf sugar at two-three-farthings come to?" he asked. The Wonder shook his head. He did not understand the grocer's phraseology. "What is seven times two and three quarters?" translated Challis. "19·25," answered the Wonder. "What's that in shillin's?" asked Purvis. "Wrong!" returned the grocer triumphantly. "Er excuse me, Mr. Purvis," interposed Steven, "I think not.
She left him to fasten her shawl-strap, but presently came back, bringing a beautifully illustrated story-book that she had bought for the little daughter at home. "Here, Steven," she said, handing it to him. "I have written my name and address on the fly-leaf. If you ever need a friend, dear, or are in trouble of any kind, let me know and I will help you."
Unless Steven happened to be in. Then Mary would abandon whatever she was doing and hurry to the two. In the last year Gwenda had never found herself alone with Steven for ten minutes in his house. If Mary couldn't come at once she sent the nurse in with the children. Upstairs in the night nursery Mary sat in the nurse's low chair. Her year-old baby sprawled naked in her lap.
"Steven help me can't you see how terrible it is if she's afraid of him?" "But is she?" He looked at her with his miserable eyes, then turned them from her, considering gravely what she had said. It was then, while Rowcliffe was considering it, that the garden gate opened violently and fell to. They waited for the sound of the front door bell.
But the innovation reached even to the commonest words in every-day use, so that voice drove out steven, poor drove out earm, and color, use, and place made good their footing beside hue, wont, and stead. A great part of the English words that were left were so changed in spelling and pronunciation as to be practically new.
Ah, Steven, it is what may be said of me; but, if cold and heartless to you, I have certainly given no man at this garrison the faintest reason to think that he has inspired any greater interest in him. They are all kind, all very attentive. I have told you how well Mr. Royce dances and Mr. Merton rides and Mr. Foster reads and talks. They entertain me vastly, and I do like it.
And she had found that it could be induced in him by suggestion. She had only to say to him, "Steven, you're thoroughly worn out," and he was thoroughly worn out. She had more pleasure, because she had more confidence, in this lethargic, middle-aged Rowcliffe than in Rowcliffe young and energetic. His youth had attracted him to Gwenda and his energy had driven him out of doors.
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