"Well, my fine fellow," said Ormonde, laying his hand on Cecil's
shoulder, "so you went to see your old uncle. Did he try to eat you?"
"No; but he is a nasty cross old man. He wouldn't speak a word to mammy,
but took his stick and hobbled away."
"Yes, he is a wicked man, and I am afraid he will hurt auntie," put in
Charlie.
Colonel Ormonde laughed rather more than the mother liked. "I think you
may trust 'auntie' to take care of herself.--So you forced the old boy
to retreat? What awful stories your sister-in-law must have told of
you!" to Mrs. Liddell.
She was greatly annoyed, but, urged by all-powerful self-interest, she
maintained a smooth face, and answered, "Oh yes, when Katherine kept
worrying about our disturbing her uncle, the poor old man got up and
left the room."
"Well, you must turn her flank, and be sure to let me know how matters
progress. I suppose you will be here all the autumn?"
"I should think so; small chance of my going out of town," she returned,
bitterly, and the words had scarce left her lips before she felt she had
made a mistake. Men hate to be bothered with the discomforts of others.
The result was that Colonel Ormonde cut short his adieux, and parted
from her with less regret than he felt five minutes before.
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