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"Whenever, Daisy," said Medland, "a thing is pleasant, one must not, in this world, have much of it. Is that the gospel, Lady Perry?" "You'll make young Mr. Derosne too conceited, my dear," whispered Lady Perry, very kindly; but she favoured Dick, who knew well that he was a sinner, with a severe glance.
The rioters, after an instant, broke the barricade and came out, one by one, timidly making for the spot. "Here," whispered Kilshaw to Dick Derosne, "you lift his head. He won't want to see me," and he drew back behind the wounded man.
"As a rule, you know," the Captain continued, "coming out for a ride here, except at midnight, means standing up under a willow and wondering how the deuce you'll get home." "Well, you're not under a willow now." "No; I was, but I had to quit. Derosne and Miss Medland turned me out." "Ah!" "Yes." "You felt you ought to go?" "My tact told me so. I say, Kilshaw, what do you make of that?"
Coxon would not have been very grateful for permission to make love to Miss Scaife; he was extremely grateful for the opportunity of recommending himself to Alicia Derosne. The Governor's sister none less became by degrees his aim and object, and when Lady Eynesford left him with Miss Scaife, hoping that Alicia would have the sense not to get in the way, Mr.
"I suppose I mustn't ask who you're going to give us instead of your deserters," said Sir Robert jokingly. "Oh," answered Medland, "I'm going to fill up with Labour men. I haven't quite fixed on the men yet." "Then you'll be all one colour all red? But I must congratulate you on your daughter's début. She and Miss Derosne are the belles of the evening."
I was speaking of my own feelings." "Yes, so so I understood, and I wanted to say that I hoped you wouldn't think I had been inconsid " "What does it matter to me, how long or how short your wooing is? They say lovers are self-centred, but really I think you're the worst I ever met. I must confess I wasn't thinking of you, Mr. Derosne." "What?" exclaimed Dick.
"Really, you're too absurd," said Daisy pettishly. And poor Norburn knew that he was very absurd, and yet could not help being very absurd, although he despised himself for it. The real truth was that Daisy had told him that, except for this one occurrence, she had had a most charming afternoon, and that Dick Derosne had been kindness itself.
His study showed signs of his daughter's presence. Her fan was on the table, her gloves beside it; on the mantelpiece lay a red rose, its stalk bound round with wire. Medland recognised it as like the bud Dick Derosne had worn in his button-hole. "The young rascal!" he said, as he mixed himself some brandy-and-water, and sat down to his desk.
"My father's not a young man. What would you think if the Governor laid foundation-stones in a short jacket and a hat like yours?" "I should think him a very sensible man." "Well, I should think him a guy," said Miss Medland, with intense emphasis. This method of treating an old friend galled Norburn excessively. When anger is in, the brains are out. "I suppose Mr. Derosne is your ideal," he said.
The Chief Justice winked at Dick Derosne, and said that it was refreshing to see there were still men who would sacrifice office to conviction. "Oh, uncommon, Sir John," said Dick Derosne, and these cynics, having done entire injustice to two deeply sincere men, went off and joined in a game of pool. The Chief Justice took the pool. Immediately after the Assembly had so narrowly confirmed Mr.
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