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A full half a minute ticked by before he grasped at the remainder of his father's speech, and, like a breaking twig, it dropped him to bathos. "But but " Dicky passed a hand over his face "Miss Quiney said that Oliver Cromwell was covered with warts!" Captain Vyell laughed outright. "Women have wonderful ways of conveying a prejudice. Warts?
He reached home to find that his mother, who believed in keeping young men employed, had procured him a cornetcy in Lord Lomond's Troop of Horse. He was now in possession of an ample fortune. He would certainly succeed to the baronetcy, and to the Vyell acres, which were mostly entailed. But the grave itself could not give lessons in greed to a true Whig family of that period.
By the lych-gate he found two saddle-horses tethered, and just outside the porch stood Sir Harry Vyell a strikingly handsome man with a careless thoroughbred look; in fact, well over sixty, but apparently ten years younger. By habit he dressed well, and was scrupulously careful of his person; by habit, too, he remained sweet of temper and kindly of speech.
"Oliver Vyell, as no doubt you know, has already been mixed up in one entanglement, and has a child for reminder." "Oh, but Dicky is the dearest child! The sweetest-natured, the cleanest-minded! Have you not seen him yet?" Lady Caroline stared. As little as royalty did she understand being cross-questioned. It gave her a quite unexpected sense of helplessness.
For Clement Vyell might be wise in the history of architecture, but his eye had not read the one plain warning which stared a common workman in the face that the days of this building were surely numbered, and were probably few. Parson Jack had a mind to run after him. He must learn, and speedily, all about the church, its builders, this old colony of monks. But where? In books doubtless.
Thick dust too thick for the heavy dew to lay covered the cart-track down to the farm, muffling their footsteps. Lizzie paused by the gate. "Best go in separate," she said; paused again and whispered, "You may if you like." "May do what?" "What what young Squire Vyell wanted." They were face to face now. She held up her lips, and as she did so they parted in an amorous little laugh.
"And the gentlemen, Manasseh they will have taken a great deal of wine by now?" Manasseh spread out his hands, and again his teeth gleamed. "To be sho', Mis' Josselin; it is not ebery day in the yeah dat Cap'n Vyell become Sir Olivah " "I did not ask you," interrupted Ruth coldly, "to excuse your errand. . . . And now, Tatty dear, do you still bid me to go?" "On the contrary, I forbid it."
Many times in the course of a career which brought him much fighting and some little fame, Dicky Vyell remembered this his first lesson in courage that if you walk straight up to an enemy, as likely as not you find him vanished. But he had not quite reached the end of his alarms. As he took the cage, a parrot at the back of the booth uplifted his voice and squawked, "No prerogative!
As his father closed the sash behind him, George Vyell laughed out. Then Taffy began to laugh; he laughed all the way as they ran. When they reached the stables he was swaying with laughter. There was a hepping-stock by the stable-wall, and he flung himself on to the slate steps. He could not stop laughing. The two others stared at him. They thought he had gone mad.
Oliver Vyell saw his forearm swing up saw the scourge whirl in his fist met the girl's eyes. . . . She, meeting his, let escape the first and last cry she uttered that day. He could have sworn that her face was scarlet; but no, he was wrong; while he looked he saw his mistake-she was white as death.
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