Or, as Babie said, it was
more like the ghastly notion of Bertram Risingham in Rokeby, of some
phantom of a murdered slave protecting those hoards.
"I don't wonder he threatens," said Caroline. "I always thought he
meant that audacious trick to have forfeited the hoards."
"Very lucky he was balked," said Bobus, "not only for us, but for
human nature in general. Fancy how insufferable that Elf would have
been if she had been dancing on gold and silver."
"Take care!" muttered Jock, under his breath. "There's her swain
coming; I see his cigar."
"And we really shall have it Sunday morning presently," said his
mother, "and I shall get into as great a scrape as I did in the old
days of the Folly."
It was a happy Sunday morning. The Vicar of Woodside had much
improved the Church and services with as much assistance in the way
of money as he chose to ask for from the lady of Belforest, though
hitherto he had had nothing more; but he and his sister augured
better things when the lady herself with her daughter and her two
youngest sons came across the park in the freshness of the morning to
the early Celebration. The sister came out with them and asked them
to breakfast. Mrs. Brownlow would not desert Allen and Bobus, but
she wished Armine to spare himself more walking.
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