'Oh! Claude,' said Lily, 'you cannot think how much we like Miss
Weston, she lets us call her Alethea, and--'
Here came an interruption from Mr. Mohun, who perceiving the position
of Reginald's dusty shoes, gave a loud 'Ah--h!' as if he was scolding
a dog, and ordered him to change them directly.
'Here, Phyl!' said Reginald, kicking off his shoes, 'just step up and
bring my shippers, Rachel will give them to you.'
Away went Phyllis, well pleased to be her brother's fag.
'Ah! Redgie does not know the misfortune that hangs over him,' said
Emily.
'What?' said Reginald, 'will not the Baron let Viper come to the
house?'
'Worse,' said Emily, 'Rachel is going away.'
'Rachel?' cried Claude, starting up from the sofa.
'Rachel?' said Maurice, without raising his eyes.
'Rachel! Rachel! botheration!' roared Reginald, with a wondrous
caper.
'Yes, Rachel,' said Emily; 'Rachel, who makes so much of you, for no
reason that I could ever discover, but because you are the most
troublesome.'
'You will never find any one to mend your jackets, and dress your
wounds like Rachel,' said Lily, 'and make a baby of you instead of a
great schoolboy.
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