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rtly, 'We'll leave it till we have seen more of the boy.' Breakfast was very late at Castle Blanch; and Honora expected a tranquil hour in her dressing-room with her children, but Owen alone appeared, anxious for the shooting, but already wearying to be at home with his own pleasures, and indignant with everything, especially the absence of family prayers. The breakfast was long and desultory, and in the midst Lucilla made her appearance with Horatia, who was laughing and saying, 'I found this child wandering about the park, and the little pussycat won't tell where she has been.' 'Poaching, of course,' responded Charles; 'it is what pussycats always do till they get shot by the keepers.' _Et caetera_, _et caetera_, _et caetera_. Lucilla was among all the young people, in the full tide of fun, nonsense, banter, and repartee of a style new to her, but in which she was formed to excel, and there was such a black look when Honor summoned her after the meal, as impressed the awkwardness of enforcing authority among nearer relations; but it was in vain, she was carried off to the dressing-room, and reminded of the bargain for two hours' occupation. She murmured something about Owen going out as he liked. 'He came to me before breakfast; besides, he is a boy. What made you go out in that strange manner?' There was no answer, but Honor had learnt by experience that to insist was apt to end in obtaining nothing but a collision of wills, and she merely put out the Prayer Books for the morning's reading of the Psalms. By the time it was over, Lucilla's fit of temper had past, and she leant back in her chair. 'What are you listening to, Lucy?' said Honor, seeing her fixed eye. 'The river,' said Lucilla, pausing with a satisfied look to attend to the deep regular rush. 'I couldn't think before what it was that always seemed to be wanting, and now I know. It came to me when I went to bed; it was so nice!' 'The river voice! Yes; it must be one of your oldest friends,' said Honora, gratified at the softening. 'So that carried you out.' 'I couldn't help it! I went home,' said Lucilla. 'Home? To Wrapworth? All alone?' cried Honor, kindly, but aghast. 'I couldn't help it,' again said the girl. 'The river noise was so like everything--and I knew the way--and I felt as if I must go before any one was up.' 'So you really went. And what did you do?' 'I got over the palings our own old way, and there'
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