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'Come, darling, you must go to bed; we must get off these wet clothes, said Ida, and Vernon's mother and sister carried him off to his room, where a fire was lighted, and blankets heated, and hot-water bottles brought for the comfort of the young wanderer.
Our return caused much surprise, for it was deemed prudent to keep Captain Hudson's narrative a secret till we had ascertained what had become of Delano, lest any of his friends should hear of it, and, by giving him notice, might enable him to escape. I was again Mr Vernon's companion on shore, where we went as soon as we had dropped our anchor.
He was inclined to be captious, and did not conceal his jealousy of the boy from Ida, although he set a watch upon his tongue in the presence of Vernon's father and mother. After all it was a rather pleasant thing to have free quarters at Wimperfield, to have hunters to ride, and covers to shoot over which were almost as much his own as if they had belonged to him.
"I'm hanged if you do!" said Temple. "You proposed me yourself, and I'm elected aren't I, Miss Voscoe?" "That's so," said she; "but Mr. Vernon's president too." "I've long been struggling with the conviction that Temple and I were as brothers. Now I yield Temple, to my arms!" They embraced, elegantly, enthusiastically, almost as Frenchmen use; and the room applauded the faithful burlesque.
He would have preferred to witness the change on Mrs Vernon's features from desperate anxiety to glad relief. After all, £50, 10s. was money, however rich you were! "Have you got it with you?" asked Mrs Vernon. "Yes'm," said he. "I thought I'd just step up with it myself, so as to be sure." "It's very good of you!" "Not at all," said he; and he produced the purse.
"People might go to church when they got on shore if they liked, but on board his ship he was not going to have anything of that sort," was the captain's reply. "But our worship is to praise and to pray to that God who protects us equally at sea as on shore," was Mr Vernon's mild reply.
It might be to Squire Vernon's, but he was the last man likely to ask a clergyman to visit him; nor would a clergyman be likely to find himself comfortable with the swearing old fox- hunter. The question must, then, for the present, remain unsettled. So I left it, and, looking out of the window once more, buried myself in Christmas fancies. It was now dark. We were the under half of the world.
Corney, out of the bedroom window of the genial physician, whose astonishment at his covering so long a stretch of road at night for news of a boy like Crossjay gifted with the lives of a cat became violent and rapped Punch-like blows on the window-sill at Vernon's refusal to take shelter and rest.
Miss Vernon's extreme beauty, of which she herself seemed so little conscious her romantic and mysterious situation the evils to which she was exposed the courage with which she seemed to face them her manners, more frank than belonged to her sex, yet, as it seemed to me, exceeding in frankness only from the dauntless consciousness of her innocence, above all, the obvious and flattering distinction which she made in my favour over all other persons, were at once calculated to interest my best feelings, to excite my curiosity, awaken my imagination, and gratify my vanity.
Miss Hunsden is scarcely eighteen, but she has been over the world from Quebec to Gibraltar from Halifax to Calcutta. Two years of her life she passed at a New York boarding-school, of which city her mother was a native." "Indeed!" Sir Everard said, just lifting his eyebrows. "And Miss Hunsden rides well?" "Like Di Vernon's self."
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