The Argosy — page 166: what you’re looking at

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Edith Falconer. 153 Complete silence still on the part of Miss Falconer: the point did not appear to interest her. ‘Hy! Edith?” “Well, papa, if you are right in your suggestion,” spoke she, at length, scornfully, ‘‘ all I can say is that I hope I shall succeed in retaining some humility of spirit under the immense honour.” ‘Young lady, I insist upon your treating Sir Percival Hunt with every respect,” foamed the father; “‘and if he should do you the honour—for honour it would be, however you may sneer—of making you a proposal, I insist upon your accepting him.” Miss Falconer raised her head, angry rebellion written upon every feature of her face. ‘‘ I cannot submit to be dictated to upon —— ” she commenced warmly, then suddenly arrested herself, while a look of reflection took the place of indignation that had glowed in her eyes, which in its turn, after a moment or two of silent thought, gave way to a mischievous sparkle. “Well?” ejaculated her father. ‘‘ What have you to say?” ‘“ Nothing,” answered Edith, resuming her breakfast ; but as she did so, it was evident by the smile dimpling about her mouth that some new idea was causing: her amusement. ‘‘ Nothing; perhaps I was beginning to speak rather too warmly. We will let the future alone, papa, to bring what it may.” Tl. SEATED upon one of the tables in his friend’s room, a very few days later, was Sir Percival Hunt, dangling his long legs and self- complacent and boastful as usual. As a rule these characteristics only amused his companion; but upon this occasion they were particularly obnoxious to Russell, for his theme was Miss Edith Falconer, and the progress he, Hunt, had made in her good graces. “Will you come to the wedding, Russell ?” “That wedding will never take place, to come to,’ other, wrathfully. “Oh, well, you will see!” said Sir Percival, humming a tune with an air of nonchalance, but piqued, nevertheless, by his companion’s incredulity. ‘I will soon give you proof. What will make you believe P” ‘Bring me the flowers that she wore to-night,” said Russell, quickly. ) answered the “Veni, vidi, vici!” cried Sir Percival, bursting into Russell’s quiet apartment some half-hour later. Saying which, he took from his coat a small sprig of geranium and flourished it triumphantly in the arr. Russell knew the blossom ; it had nestled that evening in the soft tresses Of Miss Falconer’s dark hair, and now it was in this boy’s rough fingers. Heartless flirt! insatiable coquette! and Russell set GOnlGaooks (CO)