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"To speak to the steward, darling. Wait one moment, and you will see me again." Launce opened the store-room door, and discovered, not the steward, but his wife, who occupied the situation of stewardess on board the vessel. The accident was, in this case, a lucky one.
Henry Galleon was indeed gone, but there were a few Mrs. Launce, Alfred Lester, William Trent, Alfred Hext who had taken a real and encouraging interest in him from the beginning. They took him seriously enough to tell him the truth, and tell him the truth they did. Dear Mrs.
In Launce's place, sir, you would have done it too. "Now, Natalie, what is the news?" "He has spoken to papa, Launce." "Richard Turlington?" "Yes." "D n him!" Natalie started. A curse addressed to the back of your neck, instantly followed by a blessing in the shape of a kiss, is a little trying when you are not prepared for it. "Don't do that again, Launce!
I am exaggerating nothing, Launce; you know I am speaking the truth. There is no hope in the future that I can see for either of us. "Have you done, Natalie? I have something to say on my side if you have." "What is it?" "If things go on as they are going on now, shall I tell you how it will end? It will end in your being Turlington's wife." "Never!"
Arrived in the next room, both Turlington and Launce resumed their places among the guests with the same object in view. As a necessary result of the scene in the boudoir, each had his own special remonstrance to address to Sir Joseph. Even here, Launce was beforehand with Turlington. He was the first to get possession of Sir Joseph's private ear.
He was evidently waiting to see the collection of morsels put to some telegraphic use, previously determined on between his neighbor and himself. In the meanwhile the talk proceeded among the other persons at the breakfast-table. Miss Lavinia addressed herself to Launce. "Do you know, you careless boy, you gave me a fright this morning?
Launce, when she was very happy betrayed her French descent by the delightful way that she rolled her r's. "Not a soul anywhere near we can bathe all day." Clare would love to come so strangely enough would Peter "The 5.30 train then Saturday...." Dear Mrs. Launce in her bonnet and blue silk! Clare had never thought her so entirely delightful!
Sir Joseph's next words were spoken more seriously. He expressed his surprise. "My dear Richard, they are cousins, they have been playmates from childhood. How can you think of attaching the slightest importance to anything that is said or done by poor Launce?" There was a good-humored contempt in Sir Joseph's reference to "poor Launce" which jarred on his daughter.
Natalie, silently returning in Lady Winwood's company to Muswell Hill; and Launce, cursing the law of Abduction as he roams the streets little think that the ground is already mined under their feet. Richard Turlington may hear of it now, or may hear of it later. The discovery of the marriage depends entirely on a chance meeting between the lord's daughters and the rector's wife.
His head turned back again toward the corner. Sir Joseph put an objection. He glanced once more over his shoulder this time at the place in which Launce had been standing. The next moment his host recalled his attention, and made it impossible for him to continue his scrutiny of the room.
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