"
He looked for a moment much disconcerted; but then with a little
masculine superiority, answered—-
"Well, well, we'll think over it, Mary. See how it appears to you
to-morrow when you aren't tired," and then, with a smile and a kiss,
bade her good-night.
"So that's what we get," said Mary, to herself, half amused, half
annoyed; "those men think it is all because one is left behind in the
dark! David is the best boy in the world, but there's not a man of
them all who has a notion of what gets a woman into trouble! I
believe he was rather gratified than otherwise to be found out on a
lark. Well, I'll talk to Clara; she will have some sense!"
They were all to meet at the station the next morning, to go to an
old castle, about an hour from Kenminster by railway; and they filled
the platform, armed with sketching tools, sandwich baskets, botanical
tins, and all other appliances; but when Mr. Ogilvie accosted Mrs.
Joseph Brownlow, saying, "You have only half your boys," she looked
up, with a drolly guilty air, saying, "No, there's an embargo on the
other poor fellows."
They had just taken their seats, and the train was in motion, when a
heated headlong boy came dashing over the platform, and clung to the
door of the carriage, standing on the step.
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