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-course—you will send it me, will you not? Yes?
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be seemly? Why not go home.without any scandal, and be
thankful that you are rid of a charge that I fear has been very.
- troublesome to you. And you will go to the Red Lion first, will
you not? and have :some breakfast apart from us. Dear sir,
think of Rosetta’s feelings—and of my inextinguishable remorse
—if you were to take a chill! Come, let me walk a piece of the
way with you; the men will follow. That you should have come
out on this rough sea so early in the morning! That is the only
thing which shadows my happiness. I do not ask your forgive-
ness, but I should like your portrait—the one in uniform, of
Lyndis bent uer ruffled golden head and looked into his face
with her sweet starry eyes. Now, the admiral had never been
inaccessible to the wiles of lovely woman, and Lyndis had never
before cared or dared to coax him. He began for the first time
to see that there was something else in the girl beyond a fine
figure. And thus it came that he put his hand furtively into
~ his pocket and said, grumbling and awesome, but relenting:
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owre my own brother’s child, unluckily, so here’s ten
pounds for your honeymoon. You will remember that I have
made an effort—and a very considerable one it was, too, for an
~ old gentleman of sixty—to bring you back to your duty; if Lam
too late, you may blame your own cunning for that, when In
future days you may wish this morning's work undone. Begad,
I will make it warm for your husband! _ He wasn’t set down on
the next estate to mine for nothing. There—there—a pleasant
trip to you, girl; I cannot congratulate you on your choice, but
we must hope for the best; good-morning!” . .
Then Tregurtha discovered that there was only just time for
the newly wedded to breakfast at the inn before the coach should
arriving which was to convey them to Barnstaple, where
they wére to take the train for Penzance. Soup the main street
of Clovelly went the wedding party. too.
The informal little wedding breakfast had a far cheerler air
than the funereal orthodox one. Instead of being presided over by
awful footmen and hired waiters, the quartet was served by
one sympathetic maid, who brought them an honest rustic repast
of eggs and bacon, buttered cakes, and Devonshire cream, tea,
and cider. It was all wonderfully Arcadian, and the little room
was very pretty, with its walls covered with old china, and the
creepers forcing their way in through the open window. Lyndis
’ S8hone on the occasion.
mor was there any time for sentiment, nor any ghastly speeches.
egurtha did indeed raise his teacup, with a bow to Lyndis an
_ 4 wink to Roscoria, and_eudeavor to drink its contents off ata
aught, but, burning his raouth, he was forced to desist.
say Roscoria was bound to pour out a glass of cider, an
*‘ My dear fellows, I am heartily obliged to you, and now let
me propose my toast. (By the way, Tregurtha, have you con-
sidered the pungency of the fact that the Greeks use the same
word ‘trouble? and ‘ wife’s relations?’). Where was 1? Oh,
yes; allow me to propose the health and good-humor and ine
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