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"I want to know why you judge so differently from other people about the right and the wrong of hops and such things. Somebody is mistaken that is clear." "But the difficulty is, I cannot give you my point of view." "Please try," said Thorold, contentedly. "Mr. Thorold, I told you, I am a soldier."
There we stood, awaiting her; and I felt very much ashamed. "Come on, Aunt Catherine," Thorold said, as she paused at the door, "come in, come in, and kiss her this little darling is mine." Miss Cardigan came in slowly. I could not look up. "Kiss her, Aunt Catherine," he repeated; "she is mine."
Only to my confusion; for Thorold laughed at me, softly, but how he laughed at me. I tried a diversion. "Have you been drilling troops to-day?" "All day; or I should have come to find and scold you. By the way, how long have you been in Washington, Daisy?" "I should not have thought you would ride such a pace at the end of a day's work you did not ride like a tired man."
Yet with my father and mother old experience had long ago taught me to hold my tongue and not speak till the time came. Which was right? I felt that his rule of action crossed all my inner nature, if it were not indeed the habit which had become second nature. Mr. Thorold watched me. "What is it, Daisy? my Daisy?" he asked with a tender inquisitiveness, though looking amused at me.
"Why?" he asked again, with a little sort of imperative curiosity which was somehow very pleasant to me. "I do not think it is right for me to go," I said. Then, seeing grave astonishment and great mystification in his face, I added, "I am a Christian, Mr. Thorold." "A Christian!" he cried, with flashes of light and shadow crossing his brow. "Is that it?" "That is it," I assented.
Caxton brought up one of his brother cadets and presented him, and he asked me, and looked disappointed when for both the next dances I was obliged to refuse him. I was quite glad when Mr. Thorold came and carried me off.
Thorold seemed a little bit grave and silent for a moment; then he rose up, with that benign look of his eyes glowing all over me, and told me there was the drum for parade. "Only the first drum," he added; so I need not be in a hurry. Would I go home before parade? I thought I would.
Thorold might dance with Faustina if I were not there, I knew I should not go "in the name of the Lord," if I went; but to gratify my own selfish pride and emulation. By the confusion which had reigned in my brain these two days, by the tastelessness of my Bible, by the unaptness for prayer, I knew, I knew, I could not go in the name of my Lord, for it would be to unfit myself for his work.
Abbot Thorold sat there upon his shivering horse, shivering himself as the cold pierced through his wet mail; and as near an hour past, and no sign of foe or friend appeared, he cursed the hour in which he took off the beautiful garments of the sanctuary to endure those of the battle-field. He thought of a warm chamber, warm bath, warm footcloths, warm pheasant, and warm wine.
I want explanations." "About what, Mr. Thorold?" "Well if you will excuse me about you," he said, with a very pleasant look, frank and soft at once. "I am quite ready to explain myself," I said. "But I am afraid, when I have done it, that you will not understand me, Mr. Thorold." "Think I cannot?" said he. "I am afraid not, without knowing what I know." "Let us see," said Thorold.
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