John smiled鈥攁 self-satisfied smile. 鈥淚鈥檒l buy it if it breaks me鈥攁s a curiosity,鈥?cried Corinna, and she counted out two francs, seventy-five centimes. They passed out from the patio to the Convent garden鈥攁 perfect paradise that night for lovers. The moon was at its full鈥攁 southern moon鈥攁nd flooded every place with warm white light; above was the deep purple sky, and high into it rose the steep crags of the great Rock. The soft and mellow air was loaded with fragrance; a wealth of southern flowers, all now in their full bloom, filled the beds about, and among them were great bushes like trees of syringa, and of the dama de noche, which only give forth their full perfume at night. The sweet strains of an excellent band, playing for the dancers in the great ball-room up-stairs, rose and fell like a distant echo, and added greatly to the enchantment of the scene. 鈥淲here is the Rue Bonaparte?鈥? Don't be hard upon him, Miss Leland. I believe he has only the misfortune to be a cad鈥攁 cad by birth, education, and associations. Don't fling your stone at such a man鈥攃onsider what an unhappy fate it is. Next to a juvenile party, I don't know anything better鈥攆rom a professional point of view鈥攖han a public ball, he[Pg 65] said. "Your canvas corridors, decorated with flowers and bunting, are a fortune to a family practitioner." 久久热最新地址-草久热的视频在线观看-热久久最新网站获取-久热在线播放中文字幕 鈥楲etitia,鈥?said her father very gravely to her, 鈥榠t was not only to speak to you concerning this letter that I asked you to come here; it was to break some worse news.鈥? Look here, Oliver, said Frank, lowering his voice, "if you are in want of money, I've got five dollars at home that I can let you have as well as not. I'll send it in a letter." Herbert Larkins was not a man of this sort. He was in sober serious earnest from the first. He was like a slave, grovelling at her feet. She might trample on him and spurn him if she pleased, but he was hers always, whether she would have him or no. The worst of it was that he could not hide his feelings. He was too honest鈥攈e had not enough of what the world calls savoir faire. What did he care who knew? He was not ashamed of his weakness. It was not a passing fancy, but a strong attachment; a deep-seated affection which would last as long as he lived. Everybody saw it: his brother-officers, like good comrades, realising how much his heart was in it, forebore to chaff him and take him to task; the garrison generally, and all smiled, or winked knowingly when he was observed dancing attendance on Edith, looking the picture of misery unless she threw him a word. Captain Mountcharles saw it, so at last did the general and his wife. Edith herself, least of all, could not be blind to devotion which had in it much of the unswerving unquestioning attachment of the dog that follows at one鈥檚 heels. In all probability she would have been overcome by it. Already that pity which is proverbially akin to a much warmer sentiment, had taken possession of her, and she was in a fair way to be won had Herbert pricked up courage to speak. Then you must obey him? I should say that Ernest had written to his father, and told him of the unprecedented way in which he was being treated; he even ventured to suggest that Theobald should interfere for his protection and reminded him how the story had been got out of him, but Theobald had had enough of Dr. Skinner for the present; the burning of the school list had been a rebuff which did not encourage which did not encourage him to meddle a second time in the internal economics of Roughborough. He therefore replied that he must either remove Ernest from Roughborough altogether, which would for many reasons be undesirable, or trust to the discretion of the head-master as regards the treatment he might think best for any of his pupils. Ernest said no more; he still felt that it was so discreditable to him to have allowed any confession to be wrung from him, that he could not press the promised amnesty for himself.