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oyous, rippling peal: "O Mr. Dalroyd!" she cried at last, dabbing at her bright eyes with dainty handkerchief, "O, indeed, sir, here is trifling more to my mind--nay, prithee loose my hand!" Mr. Dalroyd obeyed and stepped back rather hastily as the door opened and the footman announced: "Major d'Arcy!" The Major advanced a couple of strides then halted, fumbled with his laced hat and looked extremely uncomfortable; next moment my lady was greeting him gaily: "Welcome, dear Major! You know Mr. Dalroyd, I think--so gay, so witty! Just now he is at his very gayest and wittiest, he is about telling me something extreme diverting in regard to my brother, my dear, wilful Charles--but you have never met my brother, I think, Major d'Arcy?" "Never, madam!" he answered, bowing over her hand and dropping it rather as if it had stung him. "Why then, sir," she laughed, "Mr. Dalroyd shall tell you all about him. Pray proceed, Mr. Dalroyd." But hereupon Mr. Dalroyd having acknowledged the Major's stiff bow, stood fingering the long curls of his peruke and, for once in his life, felt himself entirely at a loss; as for the Major, he stood in wondering amazement, staring at my lady's laughing face as if he had never seen it before in all his days. "Come, sir, come!" she commanded, viewing Mr. Dalroyd's perplexity with eyes very bright and malicious, "Charles is for ever playing some naughty trick or other, tell us his latest." "Faith, madam," said Mr. Dalroyd at last, "I, like Major d'Arcy, have never had the good fortune to meet your brother." "But you have seen him and very lately, I think--yes, I'm sure you have--confess!" "Nay indeed, my lady, how--where should I see him----" "Why with me of course, sir, last night--in the arbour." Mr. Dalroyd recoiled a slow step, his heavy eyelids fluttered and fell, then happening to glance at the Major, he saw his face suddenly transfigured with a radiant joy, beholding which, Mr. Dalroyd's delicate nostrils twitched again and his long white fingers writhed and clenched themselves; then he turned upon my lady, seemed about to burst into passionate speech but bowed instead and strode from the room. Left alone, the Major dropped his hat and my lady turning back to the casement, leaned there and began to sing softly to herself, an old, merry song: "A young cavalier he rode on his way Singing heigho, this loving is folly." "Betty," said the Major humbly
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