agitation, and
explained it as an anxiety she entertained for Wilfrid; when, becoming
entangled in the mesh of questions, she told all she knew, and nearly as
much as she suspected: which fatal step to retrieve, she entreated his
secresy. Adela was now seen fluttering hastily up the walk, fresh as a
creature of the sea-wave. Before Mrs. Chump could summon her old wrath
of yesterday, she was kissed, and to the arch interrogation as to what
she had done with this young lady's brother, replied by telling the tale
of the night again. Mrs. Chump was ostentatiously caressed into a more
comfortable opinion of the world's morality, for the nonce. Invited
by them to breakfast at the hotel, she hurried back to her villa for a
flounced dress and a lace cap of some pretensions, while they paced the
shore.
"See what may be said!" Adela's countenance changed as she muttered it.
"Thought, would be enough," she added, shuddering.
"Yes; if one is off guard--careless," the captain assented, flowingly.
"Can one in earnest be other than careless? I shall walk on that line up
to the end. Who makes me deviate is my enemy!"
The playful little person balanced herself to make one foot follow the
other along a piece of washed grey rope on the shingle. Soon she had
to stretch out her hand for help, and the captain at full arm's length
conducted her to the final knot.
"Arrived safe!" she said, smiling.
"But not disengaged," he rejoined, in similar style.
"Please!" She doubled her elbow to give a little tug for her fingers.
"No." He pressed them tighter.
"Pray?"
"No."
"Must I speak to somebody else to get me released?"
"Would you?"
"Must I?"
"Thank heaven, he is not yet in existence!"
'Husband' being implied. Games of this sweet sort are warranted to carry
little people as far as they may go swifter than any other invention of
lively Satan.
The yachting party, including Mrs. Chump, were at the breakfast-table,
and that dumb guest had done all the blushing for Lady Charlotte, when
Wilfrid entered, neat, carefully brushed, and with ready answers, though
his face could put on no fresh colours. To Mrs. Chump he bent, passing,
and was pushed away and drawn back. "Your eyes!" she whispered.
"My--yeyes!" went Wilfrid, in schoolboy style; and she, who rarely
laughed, was struck by his humorous skill, saying to Sir Twickenham,
beside her: "He's as cunnin' as a lord!"
Sir Twickenham expressed his ignorance of lords h
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