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Luttrell. *I have a sword, Daisy, somewhere. But not
here. The next time I come I will bring it with me for
your special delectation.'
' Did you ever cut off anyone's head ?' asks the timid fair-
haired Ren^e, in the background, moving a few steps nearer
to him, with rising hope in her voice.
' Miss Massereene, if you allow this searching examination
to go on I shall sink into the ground,' says Luttrell. ' I feel
as if the eyes of Europe were upon me. Why cannot I boast
that I have sent a thousand blacks to glory % No, Renee,
with shame I confess it, I am innocent of bloodshed.'
' I am so glad,' says the darker Daisy, while the gentler-
looking child turns from him with open disappointment.
' Do you think you can manage to amuse yourself for a
little while?' says Molly. 'Because I must leave you. I
promised Letty to see after some of her housekeeping for her.
I won't be too long,' with a view to saving him from despair.
' I will see what a cigar can do for me,' replies he,
mournfully, ' But remember how heavily time drags—
Kissing her hand to him gaily, she trips away over the
grass, leaving him to the tender mercies of the children. They,
with all the frightful energy of youth, devote themselves to
his service, and seizing on him, carry him off to their especial
sanctum, where they detain him in durance vile until the
welcome though stentorian lungs of the nurse make them¬
' There, you may go now,' says Daisy, giving him a last
ungrateful push; and as in a body they abscond he finds
himself depressed, but free. Not only free, but alone. This
brings him back to thoughts of Molly. How long she is!
Women never do know what time means. He will walk
round to the yard and amuse himself with the dogs until she
has finished her tiresome business.
Now, the kitchen window looks out upon the path he
means to tread;—not only the kitchen window, but Molly,
And as Luttrell comes by, with his head bent and a general
air of moodiness about him, she is so far flattered by his
evident dullness that she cannot refrain from tapping at the
glass to call his attention,
' Have you been enjojdng yourself?' asks she innocently.
• You look as if you had,'