鈥淏ut is that what women look for in a man?鈥?asked Lucilla. 鈥淒oesn鈥檛 she want some one strong to lean on? Something to appeal to the imagination? Something more panache?鈥? "You have not been misinformed," said Bearie. "My father has the honor to be Chief of one of the Algonquin tribes of the Utawas, but why do you not call my sister by her right name?" They were very pretty, and Londoners so seldom get a chance of seeing lambs that it was no wonder everyone stopped to look at them. Ernest observed that no one seemed fonder of them than a great lubberly butcher boy, who leaned up against the railings with a tray of meat upon his shoulder. He was looking at this boy and smiling at the grotesqueness his admiration, when he became aware that he was being watched intently by a man in coachman鈥檚 livery, who had also stopped to admire the lambs, and was leaning against the opposite side of the enclosure. Ernest knew him in a moment as John, his father鈥檚 old coachman at Battersby, and went up to him at once. 鈥淲hy do you jib at truth?鈥?she retorted. 五月丁香综合缴情六月-丁香五月色六月综合缴情-五月丁香六月综合缴情基地 Towneley was just as much Ernest鈥檚 idol now as he had ever been, and Ernest, who was very easily touched, felt more gratefully and warmly than ever towards him, but there was an unconscious something which was stronger than Towneley, and made my hero determine to break with him more determinedly perhaps than with any other living person; he thanked him in a low, hurried voice and pressed his hand, while tears came into his eyes in spite of all his efforts to repress them. 鈥淚f we meet again he said, 鈥渄o not look at me, but if hereafter you hear of me writing things you do not like, think of me as charitably as you can,鈥?and so they parted. 鈥淲hat in the world are those houses?鈥? There was a grey mist across the sun, so that the eye could bear its light, and Ernest, while musing as above, was looking right into the middle of the sun himself, as into the face of one whom he knew and was fond of. At first his face was grave, but kindly, as of a tired man who feels that a long task is over; but in a few seconds the more humorous side of his misfortunes presented itself to him, and he smiled half reproachfully, half merrily, as thinking how little all that had happened to him really mattered, and how small were his hardships as compared with those of most people. Still looking into the eye of the sun and smiling dreamily, he thought how he had helped to burn his father in effigy, and his look grew merrier, till at last he broke out into a laugh. Exactly at this moment the light veil of cloud parted from the sun, and he was brought to terra firma by the breaking forth of the sunshine. On this he became aware that he was being watched attentively by a fellow-traveller opposite to him, an elderly gentleman with a large head and iron-grey hair. 鈥淲ell now,鈥?she exclaimed, 鈥渄ear, dear me, and is that manuscript? I鈥檝e often heard talk about manuscripts, but I never thought I should live to see some myself. Well! well! So that is really manuscript?鈥?