I will, sir. I am sorry there has been any mistake about it. 鈥淲e won鈥檛 argue the point. You鈥檝e brought F茅lise here because you want me to look after her. How did I guess? My dear man, I鈥檝e lived twenty-seven years in this ingenuous universe. How babes unborn don鈥檛 spot its transparent simplicity I never could imagine. You haven鈥檛 dined.鈥? "If that is true," said the officer, thoughtfully, "the French must have more nerve than I ever gave them credit for." 鈥楾o me?鈥?said Herbert, no longer in doubt; and as she nodded assent, he took her hard hand and kissed it again and again. I can answer for my wife's conduct, sir, under all circumstances, and amidst all surroundings. You are the first person who has ever dared to cast a slur upon her, and it shall not be my fault if you are not the last. I tell you again, to your face, that you are a coward and a liar鈥攁 coward because you are insolent to a young and lovely woman, and a liar because you insinuate evil against her which you are not able to substantiate. There was terrible grief at Farrington Hall when the news came home of the death of the son and heir. Poor silly Lady Farrington was quite broken-hearted. Had she had her way Ernest would never have gone to the wars. Moreover the circumstances under which he left made matters infinitely worse. He was at home, as we know, when the regiment got the route, and the orders he received from the Horse Guards were peremptory that he should rejoin without a moment鈥檚 delay. The young soldier was not over keen about obeying. Life, in spite of family jars, had just then a peculiar sweetness for him. He had established Mimie in a pretty little villa at Wimbledon, where he spent most of his time. His visits to the Hall, and his stay when he came, were much curtailed, greatly to his mother鈥檚 sorrow. Her ladyship knew of his 鈥榚ntanglement,鈥?but quite as a secret, and she was discreetly silent on the subject. She only upbraided her boy for his constant absences. 99热_久久在线视频_99热久久这里只有精品资源最新地址 Ernest felt the force of this, and Pryer saw that he wavered. Having still a short time to spare, he got the keys of St. Michael鈥檚 church and went to have a farewell practice upon the organ, which he could now play fairly well. He walked up and down the aisle for a while in a meditative mood, and then, settling down to the organ, played 鈥淭hey loathed to drink of the river鈥?about six times over, after which he felt more composed and happier; then, tearing himself away from the instrument he loved so well, he hurried to the station. Yes, there is something horribly wrong鈥攕omething that means destruction. What were you doing in London the winter before last, while I was away? What was the motive of your secret departure鈥攜our stealthy return? What were you doing on the last day of the year? Where had you been? With whom? 鈥淢onsieur Martin,鈥?said F茅lise in French, about to step into the great car, a medley, to her mind, of fur rugs and dark golden dogs and grey cats and maids and chauffeurs and innumerable articles of luggage, 鈥淚 have scarcely had two words with you. I no longer know where I have my head. But look after my uncle and see that the laundress does not return the table-linen black.鈥?