This is our camp, and we want it for ourselves. If a good companionable
fellow like the bishop or that young Clyde happens along, it is all very
well, but we do not want all sorts of people forcing themselves upon us,
and I will not submit to it."
"Of course we ought not to do that," said she, "but I hope that whatever
you do, it will be something as pleasant as possible."
"I will try to avoid any unpleasantness," said he, "and I hope I may do
so, but---- By-the-way, where is Margery?"
"I think she must be in bed," said Mrs. Archibald; then stepping inside,
she called, "Margery, are you there?"
"Yes, Aunt Harriet," replied Margery, "I am here."
"She must have found it dreadfully stupid, poor girl!" said Mr.
Archibald.
The lights were all out in the Archibalds' cabin, and still Miss Raybold
and the bishop walked up and down the open space at the farther end of the
camp.
"Corona!" exclaimed her brother, suddenly appearing before them, "I have
told you over and over again that I wish to speak to you. Are you never
going to stop that everlasting preaching and give me a chance to talk to
you?"
"Arthur!" she exclaimed, sharply, "I wish you would not interrupt me in
this way. I had just begun to say--"
"Oh, my dear Miss Raybold," cried the bishop, "do not let me prevent you
from speaking to your brother. Indeed, it is growing late, and I will not
trespass longer on your time. Good-night," and with a bow he was gone.
"Now just see what you have done!" said Corona, her eye-glasses brighter
than the moon.
"Well, it is time he was going," said her brother. "I have something very
important to say to you. I want your good offices in an affair more worthy
of your thoughts than anything else at this moment."
"Whatever it is," she said, turning away from him, "I do not want to hear
it now--not a word of it. You have displeased me, Arthur, and I am going
to my tent."
CHAPTER XXV
A MOONLIGHT INTERVIEW
Mrs. Archibald retired to her cabin, but she did not feel in the least
like going to bed. Her husband had long been asleep in his cot, and she
still sat by the side of the little window looking out upon the
moon-lighted scene; but the beauty of the night, if she noticed it at all,
gave her no pleasure. Her mind was harassed and troubled by many things,
chief among which was her husband's unfinished sentence in which he had
said that he would try to avoid any unpleasantness, but at the same time
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