The Amateur Gentleman

"Why, Cleone!" exclaimed the Captain, and folded his solitary arm

about her; but not content with this, my lady must needs take his

empty sleeve also, and, drawing it close about her neck, she held it

there.

"Oh, Cleone!" sighed the Captain, "my dear, dear lass!"

"No," she cried, "I'm a heartless savage, an ungrateful wretch! I am,

I am--and I hate myself!" and here, forthwith, she stamped her foot

at herself.

"No, no, you're not--I say no! You didn't mean to break my heart.

You've come back to me, thank God, and--and--Oh, egad, Cleone, I

swear--I say I swear--by Gog and Magog, I'm snuffling like a

birched schoolboy; but then I--couldn't bear to--lose my dear maid."

"Dear," she sighed, brushing away his tears with the cuff of his

empty sleeve, "dear, if you'd only try to hate me a little--just a

little, now and then, I don't think I should be quite such a wretch

to you." Here she stood on tip-toe and kissed him on the chin, that

being nearest. "I'm a cat--yes, a spiteful cat, and I must scratch

sometimes; but ah! if you knew how I hated myself after! And I know

you'll go and forgive me again, and that's what makes it so hard to

bear."

"Forgive you, Clo'--ay, to be sure! You've come back to me, you see,

and you didn't mean to leave me solitary and--"

"Ah, but I did--I did! And that's why I am a wretch, and a cat, and

a savage! I meant to run away and leave you for ever and ever!"

"The house would be very dark without you, Cleone."

"Dear, hold me tighter--now listen! There are times when I hate the

house, and the country, and--yes, even you. And at such times I grow

afraid of myself--hold me tighter!--at such times I long for

London--and--and--Ah, but you do love me, don't you?"

"Love you--my own lass!" The Captain's voice was very low, yet

eloquent with yearning tenderness; but even so, his quick ear had

caught a rustle in the hedge, and his sharp eye had seen Barnabas

standing in the shadow. "Who's that?" he demanded sharply.

"Why, indeed," says my lady, "I had forgotten him. 'Tis a friend of

yours, I think. Pray come out, Mr. Beverley."

"Beverley!" exclaimed the Captain. "Now sink me! what's all this?

Come out, sir,--I say come out and show yourself!"

So Barnabas stepped out from the hedge, and uncovering his head,

bowed low.

"Your very humble, obedient servant, sir," said he.

"Ha! by Thor and Odin, so it's you again, is it, sir? Pray, what

brings you still so far from the fashionable world? What d'ye want,

sir, eh, sir?"

"Briefly, sir," answered Barnabas, "your ward."

"Eh--what? what?" cried the Captain.