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"Now you people listen and I'll tell you what I didn't shoot." "A poor little hawk?" asked Betty. "No a poor little wolf!" In the midst of cries of astonishment and exclamations Sir Thorald arose, waving a napkin. "I knew it!" he said "I knew I saw a wolf in the woods day before yesterday, but I didn't dare tell Molly; she never believes me."
True, Molly Hesketh made eyes at Ricky von Elster; but she reproved him bitterly when he kissed her hand in the orangery one evening; true also that Sir Thorald whispered airy nothings into the shell-like ear of Alixe von Elster until that German maiden could not have repeated her German alphabet.
He seemed to hear Molly Hesketh's voice, soft, ironical, upbraiding Sir Thorald; he seemed to see them all there in the sunshine Dorothy, Rickerl, Cecil, Betty Castlemaine he even saw himself strolling up to them, gun under arm, while Sir Thorald waved his wine-cup and bantered him. He looked at the river.
"And you deliberately chose to expose us to the danger of being eaten alive?" said Lady Hesketh, in an awful voice. "Ricky, I'm going to get into that boat at once; Dorothy Betty Castlemaine bring Alixe and Barbara Lisle. We are going to embark at once." "Ricky and his boat-load of beauty," laughed Sir Thorald. "Really, Molly, I hesitated to tell you because I was afraid "
"Molly, what the deuce is the matter?" "Nothing if you ever see her again, I'll tell Ricky." "I might say the same thing in regard to Ricky, my dear," said Sir Thorald, mildly. "It is not true," she said; "I did no damage to him; and you know you know down in the depths of your fickle soul that that " "What, my dear?"
Madame de Morteyn kissed all the girls on both cheeks, and the old vicomte embraced his nieces, Betty Castlemaine and Dorothy Marche, and threatened to kiss the others, including Molly Hesketh. He desisted, he assured them, only because he feared Sir Thorald might feel bound to follow his example; to which Lady Hesketh replied that she didn't care and smiled at the vicomte.
"He is conscious now; I will call you when the time comes. Go into that room Lorraine is there, alone. Ah, go, Alixe; it is charity! and you wear the white cross " "It is dyed scarlet," she whispered through her tears. He returned to Sir Thorald, who lay moving his restless hands over the sheets and turning his head constantly from side to side. "Go on," said Jack; "finish what you were saying."
It wearied Jack to try to think it out. He could not; he only knew that it was not his to judge or to condemn. "Will you give me your hand?" asked Sir Thorald. Jack laid his hand in the other's feverish one. "Don't call her," he said, distinctly; "I am dying." Presently he withdrew his hand and turned his face to the wall. For a long time Jack sat there, waiting. At last he spoke: "Sir Thorald?"
Sir Thorald waved his eye-glass to them condescendingly; faster and faster moved the train; the red caps and fresh, tanned faces, the laughing eyes became a blur and then a streak; and far down the glistening track the faint cheers died away and were drowned in the roar of the wheels little whirling wheels that were bearing them merrily to their graves at Wissembourg.
After a moment he said, standing very straight, "I must leave to-morrow morning." "Recalled? Confound your ambassador, Ricky!" said Sir Thorald. "Recalled to Paris in midsummer! Well, I'm " "Not to Paris," said Rickerl, with a curious catch in his voice "to Berlin. I join my regiment at once." Jack Marche, who had been studying his telegram with puzzled eyes, held it out to Sir Thorald.
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