England -- Fiction; Love stories; Scholars -- Fiction
"Yes, the mystery of your childhood will be gone, Miss Jones," said
Mr. M'Gabbery, who, in his present state of hopelessness as regarded
Miss Waddington, was ill-naturedly interfering with young Pott. "The
mystery of your childhood will be gone; but another mystery, a more
matured mystery, will be created in your imagination. Your
associations will henceforth bear a richer tint."
"I don't know that," said Miss Jones, who did not approve of being
interfered with a bit better than did Mr. Pott.
And then they remounted, and the cavalcade moved on. They turned up
the rising ground towards the city wall, and leaving on the left the
gardens in which Jerusalem artichokes did not grow, they came to the
pool of Siloam. Here most of them again descended, and climbed down
to the water, which bursts out from its underground channel into a
cool, but damp and somewhat dirty ravine.
"You are my guide, Miss Todd, in everything," said Sir Lionel. "Is it
necessary that I should study scripture geography down in that hole?
If you bid me, I'll do it."
"Well, Sir Lionel, I'll let you off; the more especially as I have
been down there myself already, and got dreadfully draggled in doing
so. Oh! I declare, there is Miss Waddington in the water."
Miss Waddington was in the water. Not in such a manner, gentlest
of readers, as to occasion the slightest shock to your susceptible
nerves; but in such a degree as to be very disagreeable to her boots,
and the cause of infinite damage to her stockings. George Bertram had
handed her down, and when in the act of turning round to give similar
assistance to some other adventurous lady, had left her alone on the
slippery stones. Of course any young lady would take advantage of
such an unguarded moment to get into some catastrophe.
Alas! and again alas! Unfortunately, Mr. M'Gabbery had been the first
to descend to the pool. He had calculated, cunningly enough, that in
being there, seeing that the space was not very large, the duty must
fall to his lot of receiving into his arms any such ladies as chose
to come down--Miss Waddington, who was known to be very adventurous,
among the number. He was no sooner there, however, than George
Bertram jumped in almost upon him, and hitherto he had not had an
opportunity of touching Miss Waddington's glove. But now it seemed
that fortune was to reward him.
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