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"Y-e-s!" said I, somewhat disconcerted. "It was a pity to use a book," she went on, still very, intent upon the twig, "even if that book does belong to a man with such a name as Peter Vibart." Now presently, seeing I was silent, she stole a glance at me, and looking, laughed.
Upon this note Miss Carstyle at length departed, leaving Vibart to the undisputed enjoyment of her father's company. Mrs. Some houses are companions in themselves: the walls, the book-shelves, the very chairs and tables, have the qualities of a sympathetic mind; but Mrs. Vance's interior was as impersonal as the setting of a classic drama.
"Never is a long time, Charmian but I am at your service what is your will?" "I shall remain here." "Here? In the wilderness?" "With my husband." "Your husband?" "I am going to marry your cousin Peter Vibart."
Now, beside this cup and saucer was one of my few books, and picking it up, I saw that it was my Virgil. Upon the fly-leaf, at which it was open, I had, years ago, scrawled my name thus: PETER VIBART Smith, yet because thanks are so poor and small, and his service so great, needs must she remember him as a gentleman, yet oftener as a blacksmith, and most of all, as a man.
"To meet Sir Maurice Vibart." "To meet Sir Maurice?" I repeated dully "Sir Maurice?" And in that moment she broke from me, and stood with her head thrown back, and her eyes very bright, as though defying me. But I remained where I was, my arms hanging. "He was to meet me here at nine o'clock." "Oh, Charmian," I whispered, "are all women so cruel as you, I wonder?"
There! that sounds rather cryptic and very full of Peter Vibart; but that is as it should be," and she laughed. "And what does it mean, Charmian?" "Good sir, the sibyl hath spoken! Find her meaning for yourself." "You have called me, on various occasions, a 'creature, a 'pedant' very frequently a 'pedant, and now, it seems I am an 'egoist, and all because "
I want you don't you hear me, Peter I want you want you!" and now her cheek was pressed to mine, and her lips were upon my hair, and upon my brow her lips! Was this indeed Charmian, and was I Peter Vibart? Ah, if I could but know what it was her heart was trying to tell me, so quickly and passionately!
A most estimable woman she always was, if short of nose. How she could have thrown herself away upon that little insignificant eh? though he was my brother eh?" "She ought to have had you," says Miss Vibart, with soft audacity. "Eh? eh?" says Sir Christopher, plainly delighted. "Now, what a rogue!" He turns to Dulce, as he always does on every occasion, be it sweet or bitter. "You hear her, Dulce.
Vibart! so would you be so would any man be who has lived on anything he could beg, borrow, or steal, with an occasional meal of turnips in the digging of which I am become astonishingly expert and unripe blackberries, which latter I have proved to be a very trying diet in many ways hungry, oh, damme!"
When Vibart, rashly trespassing on the rights of this unseen oracle, remarked that a few weeks at the seashore would make a delightful change for Miss Carstyle, the ladies looked at him and then laughed. It was at this point that Vibart, for the first time, found himself observed by Mr. Carstyle.
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