And Neil was chagrined
and out of sorts, and called himself a sneak, and a coward, while to
Jack he gave the name fool with an adjective prefixed. He did not even
hear what his mother and Blanche were saying of Bessie until he caught
the words from the former, "She has rather a pretty face;" then he
roused up and rejoined:
"Rather a pretty face! I should think she had. It is the loveliest face
I ever saw, and I'd rather have it beside me in the park than all the
faces in London!"
"Reely!" Blanche replied, with an upward turn of her nose. "Suppose you
get out and join them; there is room for you by Jack."
"I wish I could," Neil growled, and then he relapsed into silence and
scarcely spoke again until they returned to Grosvenor Square.
As soon as dinner was over he started for Abingdon road, and was told by
Mrs. Buncher, who received him with a slight increase of dignity in her
manner, as became one before whose door carriages and servants in livery
had stood twice in one day, that Mr. McPherson and the young lady had
gone to see "Pinafore" with the gentleman who took them to drive.
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