"What, may I ask, were the grounds?" probed Kennedy, growing bolder as he saw how frankly she elected to discuss the subject when cornered. "Is that you, Vina?" called Doctor Lathrop, also catching sight of her in the hall. Do you keep them locked in? asked Mrs. Kenyon, surprised. Indeed, no, dear. Your letters had only one fault. They were never half long enough; but I knew how busy you were, and I thought it was so good of you never to miss a mail. Her ladyship pressed the colonel very closely. She begged him to speak openly and without reserve. In order to invite confidence, she detailed the whole of the circumstances connected with Herbert鈥檚 birth and parentage. She enlarged upon his possible prospects, and the importance of his always being at home to advance them. What she scarcely referred to, brave old soul! was the pleasure she would derive from his constant companionship. We are next-door neighbors, said Denton, "I hope you won't find me an unpleasant neighbor. The fact is, I sleep like a top all night. Never know anything from the minute I lie down till it's time to get up. Are you gentlemen good sleepers?" 开心五月天_五月天开心激情网_开心情色站_开心播播网 What business can they have at Kelso? he soliloquized. Then partially answering his own question, "Rupert Jones once lived there, and their visit must have some connection with him. There's something behind all this that I don't understand myself. Perhaps I shall find out. Jones was always crafty, and, as far as he could, kept his own counsel." Thus you see, fathers, that ridicule is, in some cases, a very appropriate means of reclaiming men from their errors, and that it is accordingly an act of justice, because, as Jeremiah says, 鈥渢he actions of those that err are worthy of derision, because of their vanity 鈥?vana sunt es risu digna.鈥?And so far from its being impious to laugh at them, St. Augustine holds it to be the effect of divine wisdom: 鈥淭he wise laugh at the foolish, because they are wise, not after their own wisdom, but after that divine wisdom which shall laugh at the death of the wicked.鈥? 鈥業 do believe they have found, father!鈥?she cried; and as she spoke there was a sudden stir and bustle at the far end of the field. Next moment came the whimper of a hound; then the cheering voice of the huntsman, then the twang of a horn, then a whole chorus of voices鈥攆or out here everyone acted as amateur whip and unprofessional aid鈥攕welling up into a grand volume of sound.