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‘So do I,’ said De Stancy drily. ‘But I ought to grow a youth again,
like the rest, now I am in my native air.’
They came to a narrow brook, not wider than a man’s stride, and Miss De
Stancy halted on the edge.
‘Why, Lottie, you used to jump it easily enough,’ said her brother. ‘But
we won’t make her do it now.’ He took her in his arms, and lifted
her over, giving her a gratuitous ride for some additional yards, and
saying, ‘You are not a pound heavier, Lott, than you were at ten years
old.... What do you think of the country here, Mr. Somerset? Are you
going to stay long?’
‘I think very well of it,’ said Somerset. ‘But I leave to-morrow
morning, which makes it necessary that I turn back in a minute or two
from walking with you.’
‘That’s a disappointment. I had hoped you were going to finish out
the autumn with shooting. There’s some, very fair, to be got here on
reasonable terms, I’ve just heard.’
‘But you need not hire any!’ spoke up Charlotte. ‘Paula would let you
shoot anything, I am sure. She has not been here long enough to preserve
much game, and the poachers had it all in Mr. Wilkins’ time. But what
there is you might kill with pleasure to her.’
‘No, thank you,’ said De Stancy grimly. ‘I prefer to remain a stranger
to Miss Power--Miss Steam-Power, she ought to be called--and to all her
possessions.’
Charlotte was subdued, and did not insist further; while Somerset,
before he could feel himself able to decide on the mood in which the
gallant captain’s joke at Paula’s expense should be taken, wondered
whether it were a married man or a bachelor who uttered it.
He had not been able to keep the question of De Stancy’s domestic state
out of his head from the first moment of seeing him. Assuming De Stancy
to be a husband, he felt there might be some excuse for his remark; if
unmarried, Somerset liked the satire still better; in such circumstances
there was a relief in the thought that Captain De Stancy’s prejudices
might be infinitely stronger than those of his sister or father.
‘Going to-morrow, did you say, Mr. Somerset?’ asked Miss De Stancy.
‘Then will you dine with us to-day? My father is anxious that you
should do so before you go. I am sorry there will be only our own family
present to meet you; but you can leave as early as you wish.’
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