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but the liveliest place on earth." "You are easily pleased," says she, with a rather embarrassed smile. "He isn't!" says Tommy, breaking into the conversation with great aplomb. He has been holding on vigorously to Mr. Dysart's right hand for the last five minutes, after a brief but brilliant skirmish with Mabel as to the possession of it--a skirmish brought to a bloodless conclusion by the surrender, on Mr. Dysart's part, of his left hand to the weaker belligerent. "He hates Miss Maliphant, nurse says, though Lady Baltimore wants him to marry her, and she's a fine girl, nurse says, an' raal smart, and with the gift o' the gab, an' lots o' tin----" "_Tommy!_" says his aunt frantically. It is indeed plain to everybody that Tommy is now quoting nurse, _au naturel_, and that he is betraying confidences in a perfectly reckless manner. "Don't stop him," says Mr. Dysart, glancing at Joyce's crimson cheeks with something of disfavor. "'What's Hecuba to me, or I to Hecuba?' I _defy_ you," a little stormily, "to think I care a farthing for Miss Maliphant or for any other woman on earth--_save one_!" "Oh, you mustn't press your confidences on me," says she, smiling and dissembling rather finely; "I know nothing. I accuse you of nothing. Only, Tommy, you were a little rude, weren't you?" "I wasn't," says Tommy, promptly, in whom the inborn instinct of self-defence has been largely developed. "It's true. Nurse says she has a voice like a cow. Is _that_ true?" turning, unabashed to Dysart. "She's expected at the Castle, next week. You shall come up and judge for yourself," says he, laughing. "And," turning to Joyce, "you will come, too, I hope." "It is manners to wait to be asked," returns she, smiling. "Oh, as for that," says he, "Lady Baltimore crossed last night with me and her husband. And here is a letter for you." He pulls a note of the cocked hat order out of one of his pockets. CHAPTER IV. "Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply." "An invitation from Lady Baltimore," says Joyce, looking at the big red crest, and coloring slightly. "Yes." "How do you know?" asks she, rather suspiciously. The young man raises his hands and eyes. "I _swear_ I had nothing to do with it," says he, "I didn't so much as hint at it. Lady Baltimore spent her time crossing the Channel in declaring to all who were well
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