Christian life -- Fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; Love stories
"Oh, no," Austin said calmly. "I often tell her if I had come into the
world a little sooner, I might have had a chance with you. As it is,
you scorn me and call me a mere boy."
"And so you are, and ever will be in my eyes; so don't you try to be
different."
"As long as we're chums, I don't much care. When is that man going
away?"
"Which man?"
"Oh, there aren't so many about here—Neville. I took him fishing, and
didn't cotton to him."
"For any reason?"
"Now, don't speak with that distant air. He wouldn't unbend. I chaffed
him about his politics. Hate a fellow who won't stand chaff! He treated
me like a fly upon the wall."
"You're very young," said Sidney; then, meeting a glare from the corner
of Austin's eye, she added quietly: "and impudent."
"A de Cressiers is never snubbed in these parts," said Austin laughing.
"That's my mother's creed, you know, and Neville gave her the biggest
snub she has received for a long while, so she and I both bear him a
grudge. Why is he so superior?"
"He never strikes me to be anything different from ourselves," said
Sidney. "He is a reserved man, and not a very happy one. He is a
disappointed man, I should say. Life has treated him hardly."
"You seem to know a lot about him. I'm a disappointed man, and life is
treating me hardly, but I don't talk to people as if I am in the sky
and they in the gutter."
Austin finished with a little chuckle. His naturally sunny temper
overcame his sudden prejudice.
"We'll let him go hang!" he said. "Will you come out sand-eeling with
me to-morrow?"
And in the interest of this new topic, Randolph sank into the
background.
About a week later, Randolph went to dine with the Admiral. He arrival
punctually at eight o'clock, but found the house in a commotion. The
Major met him at the door.
"Have you seen my niece? We thought she might be at the Farm."
"Is she lost?" Randolph asked lightly.
"By George!" said the Major, bringing his fist down with force upon the
hall table. "Do you think we're going to allow that for a moment? She
went out after lunch, and said she would be back to tea. It's close on
eight now, and no one seems to have seen anything of her."
"She has not been near the Farm," said Randolph, sobering at once. "Did
she go on the river?"
"She never said she was going," said the Major. "Is the boat missing?"
No one seemed to have thought of looking. The Admiral came forward:
"It was only ten minutes ago that we discovered that she was not in the
house. I have been out riding all the afternoon, and have not been in
long. Wherever she is, she must have been delayed by some grave cause,
for she is never late for dinner."
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