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"Oh, yes." His voice sounded a little disappointed. "I met you at ?" "At Lady Evenswood's, Mr Disney." Taking courage she added, "I sent what you wanted?" "What I wanted?" "Yes. What you wanted me to write, about about the Tristrams." "Yes." The voice sounded now as if he had placed her. He smiled a little. "I remember it all now. I read it the other morning."
First of all, let us look at the epic cycle, which, although known to us only in poems no older than those of the trouvères and minnesingers who sang of Charlemagne and Arthur, is in reality far more ancient, and on account of its antiquity and its consequent disconnection with mediæval religious and political interests, was thrown aside even by the nations to which it belonged, by the Scandinavians who took to writing sagas about the wars of Charlemagne against Saracens, and by the Germans who preferred to hear the adventures of Welsh and Briton, Launcelots and Tristrams.
Reviewing his memories of Harry Tristram, he knew that defiance was just what he had to fear. It was in the blood of the Tristrams, and prudence made no better a resistance than propriety. Harry Tristram had led Lady Evenswood to believe that he would inform himself of his cousin's state of mind, or even open direct communication with her.
"I look at you with respect!" he exclaimed. "You have achieved what we call a personal success! Immediately, now, I must present you to my brother." "Whenever you please!" said Newman. Newman continued to see his friends the Tristrams with a good deal of frequency, though if you had listened to Mrs.
The two Miss Tristrams were well known to the Hamworth Hunt I will not merely say as fearless riders, of most girls who hunt as much can be said as that; but they were judicious horsewomen; they knew when to ride hard, and when hard riding, as regarded any necessary for the hunt, would be absolutely thrown away.
He stood leaning his arm on the mantel-piece, his brows knit but a smile lingering on his lips. He was seeing the scene again, the scene in which he was to tell Cecily. He knew what the end of it would be. They were strangers now. The scene would leave them strangers still. Still Mina Zabriska would be left to cry, "You Tristrams!" Given that they were Tristrams, no other result was possible.
But they discussed it eagerly for some minutes before agreeing that, wherever the truth lay, a viscounty could not be considered out of the way for the Tristrams legitimate and proper Tristrams, be it understood. "And that's where the match would be of decisive value," Lady Evenswood concluded. "Disney said as much evidently. So you understood, Madame Zabriska?" "I suppose so.
Neeld was left without any clear idea that his companion's concern with the Tristrams was more than that of a neighbor or beyond what an ancient family with odd episodes in its history might naturally inspire. "Oh, you must come to Blentmouth, Mr Neeld, you must indeed. For a few days, now? Choose your time, only let it be soon.
The accounts were left alone, but the tableaux vivants were diligently rehearsed, the Tristrams and Jane Burns being the three critics; Rosamond Dacre, Kathleen O'Donnell, and Matty and Clara Roache the performers.
"I was walking just behind you on the grass," he said, "and I heard your enthusiastic remarks with regard to the school that the young Tristrams are going to. I am heartily pleased; I take a great interest in the Tristrams." "Oh sir," said Maggie suddenly, "I only wish oh! I hardly dare to say it but I only do wish that your girls were coming too!" Merry turned crimson and then grew pale.
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