'
'Are you sure he is not only believing what he wishes?' said Mr.
Mohun.
'I think he will gain his point at last,' said Claude.
'How stupid of him to stay no longer!' said Reginald.
'I think he has some scheme for this vacation,' said Claude, 'and I
suppose he means to crowd all the Beechcroft diversions of a whole
summer into those few days.'
'Emily,' said Mr. Mohun, 'I wish him to know the Carringtons; invite
them and the Westons to dinner on Tuesday.'
'Oh don't!' cried Reginald. 'It will be so jolly to have him to take
wasps' nests; and may I go out rabbit-shooting with him?'
'If he goes.'
'And may I carry a gun?'
'If it is not loaded,' said his father.
'Indeed, I would do no mischief,' said Reginald.
'Let me give you one piece of advice, Reginald,' said Mr. Mohun, with
a mysterious air--'never make rash promises.'
Lilias was rather disappointed in her hopes that Miss Weston and
Claude would become better acquainted. At dinner the conversation
was almost entirely between the elder gentlemen; Claude scarcely
spoke, except when referred to by his father or Mr. Devereux. Miss
Weston never liked to incur the danger of having to repeat her
insignificant speeches to a deaf ear, and being interested in the
discussion that was going on, she by no means seconded Lily's attempt
to get up an under-current of talk.
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