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'Oh, Vernie! and get shut behind a secret panel or in a chest, like that poor girl in the poem Ida used to read to us. 'Don't be afraid, mother. If I get into a chest, you may depend I shall know how to get out of it. That girl in the poem was a duffer for not having made more row; and her lover was a beastly sneak for not ferreting out her hiding-place.
Oh, you cruel girl! why didn't you let me come sooner? I wanted so to be with you in your trouble; and I offered to come directly I heard Vernie was ill! 'I know, dear; but you could have done no good. We were in God's hands. We could only pray and wait. 'Love can always do good. I could have comforted you! 'Nothing could have comforted me if he had died.
'Yes, answered Ida, 'we are very proud of our hangers; but Brian is not able to walk much just yet. Bessie was full of concern for Brian after this. She devoted herself to him in the interval before dinner, and left Ida free to roam about the garden with Vernie. She remembered how he had always been her favourite cousin.
'I suppose we had better wait a little way off, Vernie, said Ida, when they were within a dozen yards of the hut. 'Your friend is so very uncivil to ladies. 'Yes, you'd better rest yourselves on that fir tree, answered Vernon, pointing to prostrate giant of the grove which had been Lilely felled, while I run on and see him. They obeyed, but in less than five minutes Vernon came back.
"Why !" Angie's eyes gleamed. "What has he done, Vernie? Is there going to be a scandal?" "Sorry to disappoint you, my dear girl." He rose. "The incident is closed, and there won't be even a whisper to delight your ears. However, you can take it from me that Suzanne has seen the last of one little playmate. I'm going to bed; you have interrupted the flow of of oily meditation."
'It really looks like a gentleman's room, said Lady Palliser, after her eyes had devoured every detail. 'It is a gentleman's room, answered Vernon, decisively. 'Didn't I tell you my friend Jack is a gentleman? 'Vernie dear, a man who goes about the country in a cart selling things can't be a gentleman! said his mother.
'Yes, it was my fault, Vernie. I am a wretched creature. Everything that I do ends badly. I didn't mean to do you any harm. 'Of course not. You thought it was fun, and so did I, till I got tired and hungry. But those men who were chasing you! There were no men, were there? I didn't see any, said the boy, with his clear blue eyes on Brian's haggard face.
'And now we have dessert every day, continued Vernie; 'lovely dessert almonds and raisins, and pears, and nuts, and things, just like Christmas Day. I thought that kind of dessert was only meant for Christmas Day. And we have men to wait upon us, dressed like clergymen, just like him, added the child, pointing to the waiter. 'Oh, Vernie, it's so rude to point, murmured Ida.
Jardine, or on Vernie, who was going to dine late for the first time since his illness. So she sat by the open window overlooking the woods, gray in the universal twilight grayness, and she read Victor Cousin's 'History of Philosophy, which was a great deal more comforting than fiction or poetry wou'd have been, as it carried her into regions of abstract thought where human troubles entered not.
'Don't, my pet, she said; 'every man's house is his castle, even Cheap Jack's. Besides I have really no wish to make your friend's acquaintance. Oh, Vernie, looking at her watch, 'it's a quarter-past nine! We must go home as fast as ever we can. 'He is a nasty disagreeable thing, said Vernon. 'I did so want you to see the inside of his cottage.
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