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"Why, what is the matter Capt, Trevalyon?" asked Vaura; "you started just now as though you had seen a ghost of the departed; a moment ago you seemed to be enjoying the play, but now you look melancholy; go over to Mrs. Wingfield. You see, cher ami, you do not credit to my powers of pleasing; so avaunt. But," she added, "you may come back some other time."
"Do you, well take it; my eyes pain me," cried Madame. "I wish I could take the pain too," he answered gallantly. "You have taken both, sweet child; we had better all be off, every body. Time flies." "He does; it tires one to think of him," said Trevalyon, consulting his watch. "'Tis so sweet up here," sighed the Marchmont. "I am feasting my eyes on Rose Cottage." "'Tis near dinner time, Mrs.
"He is," says the wee creature laconically. Here they meet Trevalyon, out of breath and racing up for Vaura. "How do you feel now, darling?" he says pantingly. "Rest a minute, Lion, you are out of breath; Sir Tilton, kindly open that casement." "There is no way of opening this one; bad fix. Trevalyon is very short of breath."
"Of course it is; anyone to look at you would say the same," said Everly. "My advice, Bertram," said Trevalyon, "is, on your return to England, to retire to the cool shades of oblivion and try the 'Bantam' system: that is if Owen Cunliffe does not send you there, for having while in Paris been attentive to the fair sex instead of to the interests of our Isle." "Don't follow any such advice, Mr.
"When she revives she will like some one besides a strange maid with her," said Colonel Haughton, as Lionel picked, the nun up in his strong arms; "you had better go too, Vaura dear." Trevalyon looked his approval saying "come." "Yes, you come, too," and the boy's hand slipped into hers.
"No, stay awhile," said his hostess softly, for she thought Delrose might go and she might so act on the feelings of Trevalyon by the magnets love and gold as to win. In the meantime he thought as he stroked his moustachs lazily, "a dashingly handsome woman, pity she has let that dare-devil Delrose get some hold over her."
His monetary benefit was quite a minor consideration. The fellow's manner amused me; but you see, love, that the future Lady Trevalyon in thus educating the masses reigns in the heart of mankind, and not only in the heart of the man who only lives in her love...."
Trevalyon had stepped over to Vaura on pretence, or with the excuse of borrowing her fan for the nun, he not feeling strong enough to wait any longer for a pressure of the hand; as she turned her exquisite face upwards, oh, the torture that he could not take her to his heart; but, his "hidden wife," and all the eyes.
"Do not give way to depression, Trevalyon," said Reverend Douglas; "our paths cannot all be those of pleasantness." "Don't go, Robert, I want you to dine with us at seven; only the Marchmonts." "Thank you, Lady Esmondet, I shall be with you, but for the present, au revoir as I have even-song."
"To the theatre!" exclaimed Trevalyon; "I was not aware this was on the tapis for this evening." "Yes," said Lady Esmondet, "Mr. Bertram and I arranged it; M. Octave Feuillet's play, the "Sphynx," is on. I begin to think it was selfish on my part, you all look so comfortable; perhaps we had better abandon it." "Put it to the vote," cried Mrs. Wingfield. "And no bribery," echoed Vaura.
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