"
As Juliet ran forward to meet her father, she felt like a bird escaped
out of the snare of the fowler, while Godfrey, humbled and mortified,
muttered to himself, "The deuce take these very clever girls; they
lecture us like parsons, and talk like books."
"Why, Julee, love, how you have painted your cheeks," cried the
delighted old man, catching her in his arms, and imprinting a very
audible kiss upon her white forehead. "What has Mr. Godfrey been saying
to you?"
"Miss Juliet will not listen to anything that I can say to her," said
Godfrey gloomily.
"Pshaw!" returned the old man. "A lover must look out for squalls; his
bark is seldom destined to sail upon a smooth sea. If she will not go
ahead against wind and tide, you must try her upon another tack."
He turned to Juliet, and found her in tears.
CHAPTER X.
Would that the dewy turf were spread
O'er this frail form and aching head;
That this torn heart and tortured brain
Would never wake to grief again.--S.M.
When Anthony entered the study next morning, he found his cousin
traversing the floor in great agitation.
"Anthony, you are just the person I wanted to see. My father is, I fear,
a ruined man."
Anthony recoiled some steps.
"It is but too true. I have been talking to Johnstone, the steward. The
account that he gives of our affairs is most discouraging.
Pages:
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193