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And herewith, lying upon his back, looking up through the quivering green of leaves, he told mad tales of a reckless Prince, of the placid Brummel, of the "Dashing" Vibart, the brilliant Sheridan, of Fox, and Grattan, and many others, whose names are now a byword one way or the other.
"That if Charmian Brown will stoop to marry a village blacksmith, Peter Vibart will find happiness again; a happiness that is not of the sunshine nor the wind in the trees Lord, what a fool I was!" Her fingers had stopped altogether now, but she neither spoke nor raised her head. "Charmian," said I, leaning nearer across the table, "speak."
He is not sure; and he has not time given him to make the thought a certainty, as Miss Vibart, turning slowly, goes towards one of the drawing-room windows, and presently is lost to sight. There was something in her eyes, in the hurried glance he got at them, that saddens Fabian.
Uncle Christopher calls me Baby! and Mark Gore, when he is here, calls me Duchess, and Dicky Browne calls me Tom, and Roger calls me I really quite forget what it is Roger calls me," with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Is Dicky Browne your fiancé?" asks Miss Vibart, uncertainly; "I know you are engaged to somebody; Auntie Maud told me that." "Dicky Browne! Oh, no!"
Sunday is his only visible day, I've been told. His 'At home, in fact as all the rest of the week he lies in bed, and refuses to wash himself." "Horrid man!" says Miss Vibart, merely for the sake of saying something. In reality had Bowles felt it his duty to lie a-bed all the year round, and never indulge in the simplest ablutions, it would not have given her a passing thought.
"Peter!" "Yes, Charmian?" "I wonder why so grave a person as Mr. Peter Vibart should seek to marry so impossible a creature as the Humble Person?" "I think," I answered, "I think, if there is any special reason, it is because of your mouth." "My mouth?" "Or your eyes or the way you have with your lashes." Charmian laughed, and forthwith drooped them at me, and laughed again, and shook her head.
Vibart," said he, "so far as I know, there are two the Lady Helen Dunstan and the 'Glorious' Sefton." "The Lady Sophia Sefton of Cambourne?" said I. "And the Lady Helen Dunstan," he repeated. "Do you know the Lady Sophia Sefton?" "I have had the honor of dancing with her frequently," he answered. "And is she so beautiful as they say?"
But, above this murmur rose a voice, and I saw the Postilion push his way to the steps of the inn, and turn there, with hands clenched and raised above his head. "My master Sir Maurice Vibart is killed shot to death murdered down there in the 'aunted 'Oller!" he cried, "and, if you axes me who done it, I says to you 'e did so 'elp me God!" and speaking, he raised his whip and pointed at me.
"Yes," said Mr. Carstyle slowly, "I thought they were running." "It certainly looked like it for a minute. Let's sit down, shall we? I feel rather breathless myself." Vibart saw that his friend could hardly stand. They seated themselves on a tree-trunk by the roadside, and Mr. Carstyle continued to wipe his forehead in silence.
She's lost her house and her carriage, and she hasn't been allowed to be heroic." Vibart had listened attentively. "I wonder what Miss Carstyle thinks of it?" he mused. Mrs. Vance looked at him with a tentative smile. "I wonder what you think of Miss Carstyle?" she returned, His answer reassured her. "I think she takes after her mother," he said.
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