You will soon
be a philosopher yourself. I did not expect so much attention in so
young an auditor," said mr. Arden, thinking this the effect of his
sermon on the solar system.
Whereupon Eugene begged to inspect the grave he was digging with his
own nails.
They were at home by this time, and Betty was aware that they had been
followed at a respectful distance by Palmer and the coachman. Anxious
as she was, she could not bear that her father's dinner should be
spoilt, or that he, in his open-hearted way, should broach the matter
with Mr. Arden; so she repaired to the garden gate, and on being told
that Mr. Dove had a packet from my Lady for the Major, she politely
invited him to dinner with the servants, and promised that her father
should see him afterwards.
This gave a long respite, since the servants had the reversion of the
beef, so the Mr. Arden had taken leave, and gone to see a bedridden
pauper, and the Major had time for his forty winks, while Betty,
though her heart throbbed hard beneath her tightly-laced boddice,
composed herself to hear Eugene's catechism, and the two sisters,
each with a good book, slipped out to the honeysuckle arbour in the
garden behind the house. Harriet had _Sherlock in Death_, her
regular Sunday study, though she never got any further than the
apparition of Mrs.
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