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Of course I'm in love with her, you say, we always love those whom we have benefited; "saved her life, her love was the reward of his devotion," etc., etc., as in a regular set novel. In love, Philip? Well, about that, I love Helen Darley very much: there is hardly anybody I love so well. What a noble creature she is!
"What does he mean by coming here, and getting into such a horrible position an idiot!" said Ralph to himself. "How dare he, an insolent Darley, come down by a rope and save my life!" said Mark to himself. Then there was an awkward pause, with the two lads scowling, and avoiding each other's gaze, and the men nudging one another, and winking knowingly.
My business, except the infernal boom days, never was so good as it's been since I had that time with Carey, and it's all clean business, too, not a smirch on it. Wish I could forget a few things I've did, though." So Darley Champers thought, as he drove up the old Grass River trail in the glory of the April morning.
"And having got the land, with or without their knowing why, we boom her to destruction. But to be fair, now, why do you want to keep yourself in hiding, and who's the fellow you want to kill?" Darley Champers said with a laugh.
He saw well enough that Helen Darley would certainly kill herself or lose her wits, if he could not lighten her labors and lift off a large part of her weight of cares. The worst of it was, that she was one of those women who naturally overwork themselves, like those horses who will go at the top of their pace until they drop. Such women are dreadfully unmanageable.
Then, as neither father nor son quailed before him, he uttered a loud "Hah!" thrust back his sword, and strode with a series of stamps to the door, his high, buff-leather boots rustling and creaking the while. There he faced round. "I give you one more chance, Morton Darley," he cried. "Yes or no?" "No," said Sir Morton firmly. "One moment before it is too late. Are we to be friends or foes?"
Cheer up, my boy: I'm not angry with you for what you've done. It was the fighting afterwards that was the unlucky part." The old man hurried away, and Mark stood watching him descend the slope. "Cheer up, indeed!" he muttered; "who's to cheer up at a time like this? I wish I hadn't listened to that miserable scrub of a Darley.
Bernard, ushered in by Mr. Peckham, made his appearance in the great schoolroom of the Apollinean Institute. A general rustle ran all round the seats when the handsome young man was introduced. The principal carried him to the desk of the young lady English assistant, Miss Darley by name, and introduced him to her. There was not a great deal of study done that day.
So the unbeautiful get many more lovers than the beauties; only, as there are more of them, their lovers are spread thinner and do not make so much show. The young master stood looking at Helen Darley with a kind of tender admiration. She was such a picture of the martyr by the slow social combustive process, that it almost seemed to him he could see a pale lambent nimbus round her head.
"I thought she meant to go to the party," said Miss Darley. "Did she look at you?" "She did. Why?" "And you did not speak to her?" "No. I should have spoken to her, but she was gone when I looked for her. A strange creature! Isn't there an odd sort of fascination about her? You have not explained all the mystery about the girl. What does she come to this school for?
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