Penny Dreadfuls, 1892 · page 28 of 93
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es ume es ~ ry eee oe: " wordun and sok, “Perhaps that was Violet's influence,” s sneered Darlington. phia’2 aed Lady ~ “Qh, no. She said I was to do as I thougit best: truth is”—he laughed happily—“ f haven’t thought. abor on it at all. How could I, with Violet to think of ?” ‘And how long have you known this paragon ?” “Eh?” ejaculated Guy, suddenly turning on the ing “Not angry with ‘me, stool upon which he was sitting. mother? Why, mother mine, I did not mean to ci ‘secret of it with you. Do not feel hurt at that. now I had told you, as I first intended.” “TIT wish you had, Guy; but I hope it is not too at now.” “Too late! Not if you feel all right about it.” “Feel right about it! Oh, Guy, my honest, guitoton Guy, can’t you see why you kept from me this secret? why any other man than you would have gone on to the end, keeping the secret ?” ae e = a c S. yp Ms aoe “Not so painfully guileless; mother,” said Guy, witht a slight smile; “but what do you mean? I don’t under: stand.” “No, but you will when I bring my worldly wisdom to bear upon it and explain it to you.” Guy smiled again. The superiority of his mother’s worldly wisdom over his was one of the things he heard a great deal of, and had always accepted as one those harmless delusions which could not injure his mother, nor him. a4 of “Then let us have the worldly wisdom, mother,” he said, gayly enough. “Let us be serious, Guy.” Es “Yes, mother,” he answered, earnestly, for he osttes see. that she was more moved that he had supposed. “How long have you known this Violet Lisle?” “Not ‘this’ Violet Lisle, mother, please,” he said,. | Ee oe ai + . ously. “I have known her three weeks—three weeks i in time; but we do not reckon time by days—Violet and ic It seems as if I had always knowh her, mother.” “And how far has it gone?” asked Lady Darlington, with a compression of the lips. “How far has it gone!” he repeated, looking at his. ‘“‘T do not quite under- -mother with a puzzled expression. . stand.” “T mean,” said Lady Darlington, letting her anger have more play, as his serenity continued, “how much have you sommitted yourself to ates person ?” , ce mil (S.C HEN co oN om et boo