FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67  
68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   >>   >|  
ay I speak to you?" he said. He had the courteous manner to her which he did not vouch-safe to many of his gay lady acquaintances. She ran to his side at once. "Don't you want to send your father a letter by this post?" "Yes, of course; is there time?" "I will make time; go into the house and write to him." "But why?" "He would like to hear from you." "Do you want me to say anything special?" "Nothing special; write to him from your heart, that is all." And then Lord Grayleigh turned away in the direction of his stables. He ordered the groom to saddle his favorite horse, and was soon careering across country. Sibyl's letter to her father was short, badly spelt, and brimful of love. Mrs. Ogilvie's was also short, and brimful of worldliness. The two letters, each as wide as the poles apart in spirit and in intention, met in the post-box, and were each carried as rapidly as mail trains could take them to the metropolis. On the next morning these letters lay beside Philip Ogilvie's plate at breakfast. Sibyl's was well blotted and sealed with her favorite violet seal. Mrs. Ogilvie's was trim, neat, and without a blemish. Ogilvie read them both, first the mother's, then the child's. Sibyl's was almost all kisses: hardly any words, just blots and kisses. Ogilvie did not press his lips to the kisses this time. He read the letter quickly, thrust it into his pocket, and once more turned his attention to what his wife had said. He smiled sarcastically as he read. The evening before he had written Lord Grayleigh accepting the proffered engagement. The die was cast. CHAPTER VII. The following letter reached Philip Ogilvie late that same evening:-- MY DEAR OGILVIE, Your decision is naturally all that can be desired, and I only hope you may never live to regret it. I have, most unfortunately, given my ankle a bad sprain. I had a fall yesterday when out riding, and am obliged to lie up for a day or two. There is much that I should wish to talk over with you before you go to Queensland. Can you come down here to-morrow by the first train? I will not detain you an hour longer than I can help. All other arrangements are in the hands of my agents, Messrs. Spielmann & Co. Yours sincerely, GRAYLEIGH. Ogilvie read this letter quickly. He knit his brow as he did so. It annoyed him a good deal. "I did not want to
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67  
68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Ogilvie

 
letter
 
kisses
 

Philip

 
brimful
 
special
 
favorite
 

turned

 

Grayleigh

 

quickly


letters
 

father

 

evening

 

attention

 
regret
 
pocket
 

naturally

 

CHAPTER

 

reached

 
proffered

engagement
 

accepting

 

written

 

smiled

 
desired
 

sarcastically

 

decision

 
OGILVIE
 

arrangements

 
agents

longer
 

Messrs

 

Spielmann

 

annoyed

 

sincerely

 
GRAYLEIGH
 

detain

 

obliged

 

riding

 
yesterday

morrow

 

Queensland

 

sprain

 

Nothing

 
direction
 

careering

 

country

 
stables
 

ordered

 

saddle