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"Tavie, dear, do go; we must have him; he always obeys you, and you would be such a public benefactor, you know." Without a word Octavia wrote a line and sent it by a servant. Several minutes passed, and the gentlemen began to lay wagers on the success of her trial. "He will not come for me, you may be sure," said Octavia. As the words passed her lips he appeared.
Snowdon looks as if she needed air to revive her roses, and the pony carriage is just the thing for her, so I will cheerfully resign my seat to her," he answered laughing, as he forced himself from his mother's hand. "Take the girls in the clarence. We all want a breath of air, and you are the best whip we know. Be gallant and say yes, dear." "No, thank you, Tavie, that won't do.
How came you to play that prank, Tavie?" asked Treherne tranquilly. "I saw her put it under the urn. I thought it was for Jasper, and I took it," she said boldly. "Why for Jasper?" "I remembered his speaking of meeting her long ago, and describing her beauty enthusiastically and so did you." "You have a good memory." "I have for everything concerning those I love.
"With pleasure," replied the young man, well knowing what was in store for him. My lady was unusually taciturn and grave, yet seemed anxious to say something which she found difficult to utter. Treherne saw this, and ended an awkward pause by dashing boldly into the subject which occupied both. "I think you want to say something to me about Tavie, Aunt. Am I right?" "Yes."
Donald listened with much gravity to the account of their adventure; and answered with great composure to David's repeated inquiries, whether he could have suspected that the cairds had been lurking there, "Inteed, Master Tavie, I might hae had some guess that they were there, or thereabout, though maybe I had nane.
What a deuce of a noise someone has been making. It disturbed a capital dream. Why, Tavie, what is it?" And Sir Jasper came out of the library with a sleepy face and tumbled hair. They told him the story, whereat he laughed heartily, and said the maids were a foolish set to be scared by a shadow. While he still laughed and joked, Mrs.
"I shall grow old and quiet and sad like poor Aunt Tavie," she murmured to herself as she folded the letter and replaced it in the secretary. Already she gave herself a little demure air like her Aunt Tavie.
"Where did you find that, Tavie? It's very French, and not bad if you invented it," said Sir Jasper. "I read it in an old book, where it was much better told. Now, Edith, there is just time for your tale." As the word "Edith" passed her lips, again Treherne started and eyed them both, and again they smiled, as Mrs.
You have done your part to atone for the past, now let me do mine. Mother, Tavie loves him, he has risked life and honor for me. Repay him generously and give him this." With feeble touch Sir Jasper tried to lay his sister's hand in Treherne's as he spoke; Mrs. Snowdon helped him, and as my lady bowed her head in silent acquiescence, a joyful smile shone on the dying man's face.
She begged pardon, said her brother was thoughtless, and she watched over him lest he should get into mischief; professed to think I meant the line for him, and behaved like a charming simpleton, as she is." "Quite a tumult about nothing. Poor little Tavie! You doubtlessly frightened her so that we may safely correspond hereafter." "You may give me an answer, now and here."
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