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Dalziel had accordingly decided to venture; and Milly would enjoy the trip immensely, if Father would let me go with them as their guest. The eyes of my family lighted at this hope of liberation, and I suddenly understood what Tony's last words to me had meant.
"Perhaps it's maneuvers, or a firing drill, or something," I hazarded weakly, feeling all the time that it was nothing of the sort. "Perhaps," Mrs. Dalziel and Milly both agreed, looking a little relieved by my silly supposition. "Shall we hurry up and dress ourselves and go downstairs?" I suggested. "See what a lot of people are in the streets.
Gentle means were not much to the taste of the presiding spirits of the Council-Board at Edinburgh, whose native ferocity had certainly not been softened by the fright and confusion of the last few days. It was particularly requested, therefore, that Dalziel might be named second in command, who might well be trusted to counteract any unseasonable leniency on Monmouth's part.
She had so little fear of anything going wrong that she was "encouraging dressmakers" by starting her trousseau, and had begun to study the Russian language as a surprise for her fiancé. Mrs. Dalziel talked about Stefan, too, and how she would help nurse him back to health in a suite at the Savoy, when he and Milly were married.
It was a pretty piece of drafting, and raised a pretty storm in the House of Commons on February 27th, when a somewhat lurid picture of its effects was drawn by Sir H. Dalziel and Mr Macquisten.
He only took the little hand that lay on his arm and pressed it, and held it years after, the feeling of that clasp was as fresh on her fingers as yesterday the hearing the foot of some accidental passer-by, he let it go, and did not take it again. Just at this moment the sound of distant carriage wheels was heard. "That must be Mrs. Dalziel and the boys." "Then I had better go. Good-by"
Dalziel might have done so had Milly and I consented; but I had an idea that Tony would come to the hotel, if possible, sooner or later, expecting us to be anxious. I was right, for in an hour, or not much more, while we all sat munching sandwiches, hastily provided, the familiar plump figure in khaki stalked into the hall.
Young Tony nut-brown eyes, skin, and hair, clean shaven, smiling, with teeth white and even as kernels of American corn was a glorified edition of his Billiken father. Miss Dalziel Milly was not a bit like any of the others, who had all been cut from the same pattern and painted with the same paint.
The visit led to no result, as the French refused to act. The Journal continues: April 20th. Interesting day at Versailles with Feuillet de Conches and Soulie; took the Dempsters and Hamiltons of Dalziel. My father's old friend Dr. de Roches died at Geneva on April 18th. On the 23rd, Christine and I went to Geneva on a visit to the Binets. Saw Mme. de Roches, who also died a few days afterwards.
Anstruther was rather disagreeable at the beginning, and upbraided Miss Dalziel for offering to be the king's daughter Jean to Mr. Macdonald's Hynde Horn, when she knew very well he wanted her for Ladye Jeanie in Glenlogie. Mr.
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