I Forbid the Banns! — page 208: what you’re looking at

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198 “7 FORBID THE BANNS I!” hearty, honest voice of his—‘‘I saw the day when you didn't take much thought for your furbelows and flounces—when you were offering your big Eric a kiss for a ride on his saddle behind him.’’ ‘For God’s sake,’’ said Charlton, ‘‘let us either go into the drawing room or into the billiard room: We cannot remain here all day.’’ Bertha was startled by the tone of his voice; she had not heard him speak in that tone since—she could not immedi- ately recollect when he had heard it, but in a few moments she remembered. Hehad spoken in that tone when he had gone to her to say that he had accepted her principles. The steamer had been brought into dock, and Eric had just met her. ‘Let us all go into the billiard room,’’ said she, leading ‘the way across the hall. “Anywhere that Ican smoke my pipe, and have a chat with you, my fine lady, will do for your humble servant,’’ said Eric. } ‘‘And now,’’ said Bertha, getting beside Julian, “‘I want you duly toadmire my gown. It is my own idea, not Mme. John Smith’s.”’ ‘“Oh, come, I say, if youtwo haven’t got over your spoon- ing just say so, and I’ll make myself scarce,’’ cried Eric. He spoke in his usual boyish style; but Julian Charlton, who had lived some time among men in various parts of the world, failed to perceive any corresponding expression of frankness in the man’s eyes—at least not just at that moment. Charlton perceived in the man’s eyes the visible sign of what was in his, Charlton’s, own heart at that moment. He read his. own secret in this man’s eyes. Jealousy was in their glance—jealousy was burning in his own heart. The man had not got a sufficiently thick mask of civilization to con- ceal what he felt. Charlton had. pilaged though he was with his discovery he made no sign. 9% E@NNIELIOOKS (E(0)