The Trial; Or, More Links of the Daisy ChainYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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The Trial; Or, More Links of the Daisy Chain
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Trials (Murder) -- Fiction
'Health would improve her looks,' began the maternal instinct of
defence, but then breaking off. 'We met Lord H---- yesterday, and the
uniform is to be like the northern division. Papa will hear it
officially to-morrow.'
'The northern has gray, and green facings.'
'You are more up in it than I. All we begged for was, that it might be
inexpensive, for the sake of the townspeople.'
'I hear of little else,' said Ethel, laughing; 'Dr. Spencer is as hot
on it as all the boys. Now, I suppose, your party is to come off!'
'Yes, it ought,' said Flora, languidly, 'I waited to see how Harry was,
he is a great element towards making it go off well. I will talk it
over with Blanche, it will give somebody pleasure if she thinks she
manages it.'
'Will it give George no pleasure?'
'I don't know; he calls it a great nuisance, but he would not like not
to come forward, and it is quite right that he should.'
'Quite right,' said Ethel; 'it is every one's duty to try to keep it
up.'
With these words the sisters came within sight of the targets, and
found Margaret under Harry's charge, much interested, and considerably
in the way. The tidings of the colour of the uniform were highly
appreciated; Aubrey observed that it would choke off the snobs who only
wanted to be like the rifle brigade, and Leonard treated its
inexpensiveness as a personal matter, having apparently cast off his
doubts, under Hector's complimentary tuition. Indeed, before it grew
too dark for taking aim, he and the weapon were so thoroughly united,
that no further difficulty remained but of getting out his thanks to
Mr. Ernescliffe.
Averil was sitting alone over the fire in the twilight, in a somewhat
forlorn mood, when the door was pushed ajar, and the muzzle of a gun
entered, causing her to start up in alarm, scarcely diminished by the
sight of an exultant visage, though the words were, 'Your money or your
life.'
'Leonard, don't play with it, pray!'
'It's not loaded.'
'Oh! but one never can tell:' then, half ashamed of her terror, 'Pray
put it back, or we shall have an uproar with Henry.'
'This is none of Henry's. He will never own such a beauty as this.'
'Whose is it? Not yours? Is it really a rifle! H. E.? What's that?'
'Hector Ernescliffe! Didn't I tell you he was a princely fellow?'
'Given it to you? Leonard, dear, I am so happy! Now I don't care for
anything! What a gallant volunteer you will make!' and she kissed him
fondly. We will order the uniform as soon as ever it is settled, and I
hope it will be a very handsome one.'
'It will be a cheap one, which is more to the purpose. I could get
part myself, only there's the tax for Mab, and the subscription to the
cricket club.'
'I would not have you get any of it! You are my volunteer, and I'll
not give up my right to any one, except that Minna and Ella want to
give your belt.'
'Where are those children?' he asked.
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