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"No, I won't," Bessie said, humbly, for something in Neil's tone hurt
her; then, as she saw him consulting his watch, she said: "Oh, Neil,
can't I walk with you just a little way? Father never goes out after
tea, and I do so long for some fresh air."
Neil looked at his watch again. It was almost six, and at seven there
was a grand dinner at Trevellian house, at which he was expected to be
present. But Bessie's blue eyes and eager face drove everything else
from his mind, and he was soon walking with her in the lovely Kensington
gardens, and her hand was on his arm, and his hand was on hers, and in
watching her bright face and listening to her quaint remarks, he forgot
how fast the minutes were going by, and the grand dinner at home waited
for him a quarter of an hour, and then the guests sat down without him
and Lady Jane's face wore a dark, stormy look, when the son of the house
appeared smiling, handsome, and gracious, and apologizing for his
tardiness by saying frankly that he was in the garden, and forgot the
lapse of time.


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