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hy, write a book if I like--my impressions of the New South, or any other reason why! Write a book! What have I to do with writing, think I, of a long morning or a longer night! I'm no scrivening professor, but blood and flesh.... You couldn't imagine the number of times I've been tempted to chuck all the mild climate tomfoolery, and cut away for lights and home!" Carlisle gazed up at him, her chin upon her ungloved hand. Was there pose in these depictions of Mr. Hugo Canning as a morose recluse? She thought not: his light bitterness rang true enough, the note of a man really half-desperate with ennui. And she read his remarks as a subtle sign of his confidence, an acknowledgment of acquaintance between them, a bond.... "But you can't do it, I suppose?--if your health demands that you put up with us a little while longer?" "I seem rude?--of course. But my meaning is quite the contrary.... May you, Miss Heth, never know the sorrows of the transplanted and the idle--" He broke off, staring with apparent absentness. Much interested, Carlisle said, toying with her teaspoon: "I didn't think you rude at all. It seems to me perfectly natural that you should be both bored and blue--especially if you don't feel quite well.... But surely a little mild pleasuring during rest hours isn't forbidden as injurious to throats?" "A little?" "Of course you think we haven't much to offer, but really there is _some_ amusement to be had here. Really! Perhaps a little gambolling now and then--" "My curse," said Canning, turning his dark eyes down upon her, "is that I can't learn when to stop. Once I begin, I am never satisfied till I've gambolled all over the place." Carlisle's eyes fell before his gaze. "This," said she, drawing on a glove, "is a small place." "You appear to invite me to gambol?" "I? Oh, no! These are matters that men decide for themselves." "Possibly the fact is that you invite without desiring to do so." "Then what," said she, suddenly laughing up at him, "should I have to think of your rudeness in declining my invitation all these days?" She rose on that, looking about for coat and furs. "But you must not think of going," said Canning, instantly. The thundering of his feet grew very audible now. "The instant mamma comes back. She is staying a long time, isn't she? Do you realize that we've been here hours and hours, and that it looks like midnight outdoors?" "Still, it would be
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