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"I am afraid not," says the professor, coloring even deeper. "I'm sorry," says she, her young mouth taking a sorrowful curve. "But don't call me Miss Wynter, at all events, or 'my dear. I do so want someone to call me by my Christian name," says the poor child sadly. "Perpetua is it not?" says the professor, ever so kindly. "No 'Pet," corrects she.
When Maurice was about to say good-night at the cabin door, he made the first allusion to what had brought them together. "I shall pension Bailey," he said. "His last good deed blots out all his misdoings." "What good deed?" "Frightening you." "He did not frighten me." "Frightening Mrs. Costello then. It comes to the same thing in the end. But why did not you send for your cousin, Mr. Wynter?"
Wynter is so odd," and Mary had even a certain consciousness of this goodwill and its suppression; but there were other sayings, common as household words, among these same people, of which she had no suspicion.
With one exception, everyone was a bit nervy, everyone was trying not to show it, and everyone was failing dismally. The exception was Jimmy Wynter. He was sitting on a pile of sandbags in the corner, his eyeglass in his eye, looking at an old copy of La Vie Parisienne, with evident relish. His hand was as steady as a rock, and he hadn't had a drop of rum or brandy to give him Dutch courage.
One day, shortly after the Dightons left, she asked Lucia to bring her desk, saying that she must write to Mr. Wynter, and that it was time they should make some different arrangement, since, as they had long ago agreed, Paris was too expensive for them to stay there all the year.
Wynter, M. P., then a rising Radical, who actually spent half an hour with Sir Rupert on the terrace, putting his case and the case of youthful Radicalism. Sir Rupert only smiled at the suggestion, and put it gracefully aside. 'I am a Tory of the Tories, he said; 'only my own people don't understand me yet.
"For one thing, the sense of restraint that belongs to the relations between them. A guardian, you know, would be able to control one in a measure." "Would he?" "Well, I imagine so. It is traditionary. And you?" "I don't know about other people," says Miss Wynter, calmly, "I know only this, that nobody ever yet controlled me, and I don't suppose now that anybody ever will."
"Don't sit down there those notes are loose; sit here." "Faith, you've guessed it, my dear fellow, I do want you, and most confoundedly badly this time. Your ward, now, Miss Wynter! Deuced pretty little girl, isn't she, and good form too? Wonderfully bred considering." "I don't suppose you have come here to talk about Miss Wynter's good manners." "By Jove! I have though.
Her dead father left her to my care, and I am to sell her to you, that her money may redeem our name from the slough into which you have flung it? Is innocence to be sacrificed that vice may ride abroad again? Look here," says the professor, his face deadly white, "you have come to the wrong man. I shall warn Miss Wynter against marriage with you, as long as there is breath left in my body."
Wynter spent with them in their new dwelling were over, they had begun to feel tolerably settled. In fact, Lucia's spirits, raised by excitement, were beginning to droop a little, and her thoughts to make more and more frequent excursions in search of the friends from whom she was so widely separated.
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