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Roderick was so evidently distrait that the good-natured Duke thought that he must be worrying himself about the cart-horse, and begged him to make his mind easy, as it was possible the animal might even yet recover. Later on in the evening Lady Mabel and Lord Mallow sat in the conservatory and talked Irish politics, while Rorie and the younger members of the house party played Nap.
"And which is the better, do you think," asked Rorie, "the wild Violet of the past, or the elegant exotic of the present?" "I know which was the happier." "Ah," sighed Rorie, "happiness is a habit we outgrow when we get out of our teens. But you, at nineteen, ought to have a year or so to the good." The children came in sight, tramping along the rutty green walk, singing lustily, Mr.
"Why not rig up a few hammocks in the nearest pine plantation?" Rorie asked, laughing, when he heard of all these doings. "One couldn't have a better place to sleep on a sultry summer night." There was to be a ball for the tenantry in the evening of the wedding-day, in a marquee on the lawn.
He might take her to task if he pleased for having spent so much money on glass. "But I must have my humble friends round me," continued Rorie. "The young people, too the boys and girls. I'll tell you what, mother. We must have a lawn meet. The hounds have never met here since my grandfather's time fifty years ago. The Duke's stud-groom was telling me about it last year.
"Such a run, Rorie," cried the Squire; "we dawdled about among the furze from twelve till four doing nothing, and just as it was getting dark started a stag up on the high ground this side of Pickett's Post, and ran him nearly into Ringwood. Go in and fetch my wife, Rorie.
Every Laird of M'Leod, it is said, must, as a proof of his manhood, drink it off full of claret, without laying it down. From Rorie More many of the branches of the family are descended; in particular, the Talisker branch; so that his name is much talked of. We also saw his bow, which hardly any man now can bend, and his Glaymore>, which was wielded with both hands, and is of a prodigious size.
"Awfully humiliating." Lady Mabel was close by on her chestnut thoroughbred, severely costumed in darkest blue and chimney-pot hat. "I don't think you've ever met my cousin?" said Rorie. "Mabel, this is Miss Tempest, whom you've heard me talk about. Miss Tempest, Lady Mabel Ashbourne." Violet Tempest gave a startled look, and blushed crimson.
Turn where he would, he was still forestalled, still driven toward the scene of his crime. Suddenly he began to shriek aloud, so that the coast re-echoed; and now both I and Rorie were calling on the black to stop. But all was vain, for it was written otherwise.
"I don't think you have a vestige of poetry in your nature." "I hope I haven't," replied Rorie devoutly. "You could see those sublime scenes, and never once feel your heart thrilled or your mind exalted you can come home from your first Swiss tour and talk about billiard-tables!" "The scenery was very nice," said Rorie thoughtfully.
Vixen and Rorie led the way; the procession of school-children followed, singing hymns as they went with a vocal power that gave no token of diminution. "Their singing is very melodious when the sharp edge is taken off by distance," said Rorie; and he and Violet walked at a pace which soon left the children a good way behind them.
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