A Little Rebel
Thane, is as a
strange
n his tone? "As we are on the subject of myself, I may as well tell you that my brother is Sir Hastings C
he still thinking. "At the rate Sir Hastings is going he can't possibly last for another twelvemonth, and here is this fellow living in these dismal lodgings with twenty thousand a year before his eyes. A lucky thing for him that the estate
in," says the professor
it," says
ee why you
hat you," slowly, "you should b
I know what you are going to say. It is one of my greatest troubles, that I alway
ys Hardinge, with a gesture
, then?" says the p
ming. How is it I have
er ho
r rece
e are friends, you will understand, she and I; capital friends, though sometimes," with a sigh, "she-she seems to disapprove of my mode of living. But we get on very well on the
best of London at her feet, called "a good girl," so tickles Mr.
or, as if asking for an
e a rara avis, do you know? No, of course you don't! You are one of the few people who don't know their own wort
sant reflection," says the professor dismally.
your pretty ward will be all right. If
the professor. "Will sh
e a touch of enthusiasm. "'To see h
the professor, with a little twist in his chair, "and my sister has not seen
so! What?" demands Mr. H
er?" says the professor.
says Hardinge
xious appeal, brings out all that delightful woman's best qualities. One stipulation alone she makes, that she may
oing to take his ward for a drive, and gives that worthy and now intensely interested landlady ful
ame generously
urzon, an' I'm thinkin' that 'twill be the makin' of ye; an' a handsome, purty little crat
ays the p
obody, sir, you two, why I'm sure I'd be proud to act for ye in this matther. Faix I don't disguise from ye, Misther Curzon, dear, that I feels like a
rs the professor, indignantl
"I've cared ye these six years, an' niver a fault to find. But
ng contracting his heart. "I am not taking her away to--I-I
mad? Faix," preparing to leave the room, "'t
hen and there accepts the situation, and asks Perpetua if she will come to her for a week or so. Perpetua, charmed in turn by Lady Baring's grace and beauty and pretty ways, receives the invitat
ly given up his ward! His ward! Is she any longer his? Has not the great world claimed her now, and presently will she not belong to it? So lovely, so sweet she is, will not all men run to snatch