FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175  
176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186   187   188   >>  
Guy shut the window down again, and we took our departure, much edified, as may easily be imagined, by the lessons of meekness and humility which we had received in so becoming a manner. From church we invariably proceeded to the kennel, where a stout, healthy-looking keeper paraded the Baronet's pointers and setters for the inspection of the ladies. Here Sir Guy took entire possession of me once more. "Don't be alarmed, my dear," said he, as a great bull-headed, black-and-white brute, surnamed Don, came blundering up and tried to put his muddy paws on my dress. Sir Guy's affectation of the "paternal," and his odious way of calling one "my dear," provoked me intensely; and I gave Don such a crack over his double nose with my parasol as broke the ivory handle of that instrument, and completely quelled all further demonstrations of affection from the uninteresting brute. Sir Guy was charmed. "Hit him hard," said he; "he's got no friends. What a vixen it is! How she punished my near leader the other day! I _love_ that girl!" The latter sentence, be it observed, was spoken _sotto voce_, and required, as indeed it received, no reply. "What interesting creatures!" exclaimed Miss Molasses, indicating an old pointer lady, who went swinging by with all the appearance of having lately brought up a large and thirsty family. "Do tell me, can that dog really _catch_ a hare?" The keeper's face was a study; he was apparently a humorous individual. But Miss Molasses addressed her remarks to Frank Lovell; and Frank, as in duty bound, replied. That girl was evidently making up to him, and, thinking he was fond of field-sports, pretended to take an interest in everything connected with those pursuits for his sake. "Come and see the tame pheasants, Miss Coventry," said Sir Guy. I knew what this meant: I knew it would entail a _tete-a-tete_ walk with my aversion, and I cast an imploring look at Frank, as much as to say, "_Do_ save me." He caught my meaning in an instant, and skilfully interposed. Of course, as he accompanied us, so did Miss Molasses; but Frank and I lingered a little behind the rest of the party, made a wrong turn in the shrubbery, and found ourselves, I never knew exactly how, taking a long walk all alone in the waning twilight. I don't know what Aunt Deborah would have said to such proceedings, and I am quite sure Lady Horsingham would have been unspeakably shocked; but these Sunday walks were the custom of
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175  
176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186   187   188   >>  



Top keywords:
Molasses
 

keeper

 

received

 
connected
 

pursuits

 

sports

 

pretended

 

interest

 

pheasants

 

entail


aversion

 
Coventry
 

departure

 
thinking
 
apparently
 

family

 

thirsty

 

edified

 

humorous

 

individual


replied

 

evidently

 

making

 

Lovell

 

addressed

 
remarks
 

Deborah

 

twilight

 

waning

 

taking


proceedings

 

Sunday

 
custom
 

shocked

 

unspeakably

 

Horsingham

 

skilfully

 

instant

 

interposed

 

meaning


caught
 
accompanied
 

shrubbery

 

window

 

lingered

 
imploring
 

odious

 
paternal
 
calling
 

affectation