Gothic fiction; Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"Why, what's the matter? You look as if you had been shot."
"Rather, as if she'd like to shoot us," said Josephine, laughing. "What
_have_ we done to excite such horror? I hope you're not making yourself
unhappy on Mr. Rutledge's account. I think he's able to take care of
himself."
"If I had known," said Mr. Wynkar, with an apologetic wave of the hand,
and a smile that was meant to be ironical, "if I had known that Mr.
Rutledge had so enthusiastic a friend present, I should have been more
careful; and I most humbly beg, that what I have said may be forgiven."
The captain laughed a great laugh, and said he might have known that
wherever there was a pretty face, there was a friend to Mr. Rutledge;
and Grace asked, artlessly, what made me blush so; while only
good-natured Phil came to the rescue, and in his blunt, honest way,
exclaimed:
"It's my opinion she's much in the right of it. I shouldn't think much
of her, if she wasn't angry at hearing anybody used up so, all on
suspicion, too. If there's anything against him, why, hang it, come out
and say so; but this making a man out a rascal, because people like him
and because he's got a fortune, upon my soul, I think it's a scurvy sort
of trick, that I do."
"Don't hit him any more--he's got friends," whined Grace.
"Phil quite mistakes us if he thinks we are not all Mr. Rutledge's
friends," said Mrs. Churchill. "No one dreamed of saying anything that
could possibly be considered uncomplimentary."
"I don't know, Aunt Edith," said Phil, rather warmly; "but I hope you
don't pay me that sort of compliment when I'm not by."
"Indeed we don't," exclaimed Josephine, laughing. "When you're absent,
Phil (which isn't often, you know), we all say you're the best fellow in
the world, and count the hours till you come back."
"Then I think the best thing I can do is to stay away," he answered,
with a sort of sigh.
"Ah, Phil, I know you wouldn't have the heart!" said Josephine, in a low
tone, with a bright flash of her coquettish eye; which had the effect of
subduing her cousin for the rest of the evening, and keeping him
obedient to her slightest whim.
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