iage conveyed him to a mews near the park of Fashion, where he mounted horse and obeyed the bidding

elderly gentlemen pricked by the doctors were in th

n), they dragged their enemy, Gout, at their horses' heels for a term,

nd Sir William, though his faith reposed in his son, was averse to his inexplicably prolonged residence in the French metropolis, which, a school fo

rs, would have continued to exercise their charm, if Sir William had not wanted to have him on the spo

the maiden wait and discern her choice: let h

es. He laughed, too, as he read the jog of a verse: "Wer

which had characterized his son: and Sir William knew the danger of wit, and how the sharp blade cuts the shoots of the

r they will not give such manifestation of their social habits as two robins shut in a cage will do: of which pret

d entered into conversation with that lady, for the fine needles of whose brain he had the perfect deference of an experienced senior. She, however, did not give him

It may be a good compliment for them to

odels," murmured Sir William. "H

have a French acr

acro

exercise was not to be found, acc

he made it gu

I have heard you call 'The backstairs of history.' We are dull here, and I should not imagine it to be a healthy place to dwel

t the office, and had not looked for him; but the mention

ay. You rule him with a rod of iron. Make him discontinue that practice. I hear

ughed pleading

nd on no other occasion that I am aware of. He presumes

sing cavalier; a smarti

A young man, whose income, at the extre

" she asked whimsically. "You know, I bet a little-just a little. If I have

ct puts him on the high

verely. "He is

answerable for suc

n very little money to squander? How many young men have t

nephews of baronets," s

pigeon flying overhead,

ll anx

aining to a youthful widow, full of natural dash; and she was so sweetly mistress of herself in all she did, that he never s

the Downs and brushed all save a spot of white dust out of his baby moustache to make himself presentable, rode up to her to say that the horse Templemore

"I hope you haven't lost? No, don't go and dash my jolly feeling by sayi

ed. "It's a failing of

rry fo

d he's awf

kes you

it so awf

mean the

you haven't lost. Not much, is it? Because, I k

fled with he

t won. I'm not cool-blooded enough to bet against favou

he was with Sir William passed again. She made a signal to her groom, and sent the

have done me

is your pleasure to a

his p

e may chanc

st pr

he thing i

together

smote her yellow hair, and struck out he

Is it manly to follow me with studied insult? I can bear the hatred of fools. Contempt I have not deserved. Dead! I should be dead,

The pace she maintained in no degree impede

explanations, and she was exquisitely fair to behold! The falling be

nd myself?

ished for? What is it? what is it? Why do you inflict a torture on me whenever you see me? Not by word, not by lo

ed to account f

blaring! say nothing unworthy of your

sessing anger, some little sof

my pride," she said. "That is the ca

ly hope and t

ic tongue. "You certainly must believe that my pride has

s manner, I

was hurt?" She betrayed that

s me," said he, "your sel

l slackene

ou on the steamer; on the railway platform; at the review. Everywhere you kept up the look of my judge. You! and I have been 'Margaret' to you. Major Waring, how many a woman in my place would attribute your relentless condemnation of her to injured vanity or vengeance? In those days I trifled with everybody. I played with fire. I was ignorant of life. I was true to my husband; and because I was true, and because I was ig

r voice, though

f women; but he had once yearned in a young man's frenzy of love to take that delicate shape i

ke ear

k. Much, when I think of it-very much. I did you a public wrong. From a man to a woman it

glish horse in the Indian jungle, the thunder and the dust, the fire and the dense knot of the struggle. And like a ghost sweeping across her eyeballs, Mrs. Lovell behel

!" she

ad

er

rga

n undying d

she was s