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At last he turned to Arthur and cried with a voice of womanly tenderness, 'My boy, my boy, I didn't know before it was the lassie you were thinking of; I thought it was only poor young Le Breton. I see it all now; I've surprised your secret; you've let it out to me without knowing it. Oh, Artie, if that's She, I'm sorry for her, and I'm sorry for you, my boy, from the bottom of my heart.
"Yeth, and they've all lots of blank for you," said the gentleman in blue breeches ferociously. "Oh, Artie! 'Ush!" the girl cried. "But why have they lots of blank for us?" Bayley asked. Blue Breeches stood firm. "'Cause 'cause the Guard's goin' to fight the Schools this afternoon; but my big bruvver says they'll be dam-well surprised." "Artie!" The girl leaped towards him.
If any man ever wrote that fantasia without being in love at the time first love ecstasy tremor tiptoe of expectation why, then, I tell you, music hasn't got such a thing as a tongue or a meaning in it. Arthur looked at him gently and smiled, but said nothing. 'Will you tell me about her, Artie? asked the old man, caressingly, laying his hand upon his son's arm.
There was regret in his tone, for he felt the situation would have been improved if the Senator were still before the public as a gladiator. "I see you ain't lost none o' your old time deviltry, Artie," he replied good-naturedly. "I gave that up long ago, an' lots o' things with it. But givin' up has nothin' to do with politics, an' regular all my sins are retailed in the papers.
People had grown accustomed to the fine appearance they made when together "Artie" was ruddy and stout and although Victoria reinforced her enemies, for Vanneck was one of the most agreeable and accomplished men in London, the artistic sense of that lenient world was tickled at their congruities and took their future mating for granted; Arthur Gwynne was sure to meet his death on the hunting-field, for he was far too heavy for a horse and rode vilely.
You got it out of your own heart, my boy, out of your own heart. And the thing it says to me as plain as language is just this you're in love! You're in love, Artie, and there's no good denying it.
Her legs recovered sufficiently before we left for her to walk to the sink, while we went back to our guests. Every one was leaving, and Artie was taking Cary home. I looked to see how Flora took it, but her appealing blue eyes were fixed in their most appealing way upon the Also Ran, who was plainly undergoing thrills of exquisite torture therefrom.
We surmounted the long, slow rise this side of Hooper's in time to see a man stand out in the brush, evidently for the purpose of challenging the horseman. Artie paid him not the slightest attention, but swept by magnificently, the great stallion leaping high in his restrained vitality. The outpost promptly levelled his rifle. We saw the vivid flash in the half light.
"Of course there'd be no end to the ridicule. Didn't the chap on Harper's, when I was elected for the Senate, rig me out as a gladiator, without a stitch on me, actually, Artie, not a stitch most indecent thing and show old Cicero in the same picture looking at me like John Everard, with a sneer, and singing to himself: a senator! No, I couldn't stand it. I give up.
"We have finished, Captain," replied Artie, surprised at the kindness of the staff-officer, who had been writing in his memorandum-book, and had torn out the leaf, which he tendered to the orderly. Artie took the folded paper, and galloped back to the head of the Riverlawn column.
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