Bluebell - A Novel by Mrs. George Croft Huddleston
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laughed Bertie. "We are not such duffers at Montreal."
"No, indeed. I saw Bluebell give a man a scalding cup of coffee, with the most engaging smile. There was a nervous glance at the clock. 'Oh, thank you, Miss Leigh, how hot it is! I shall never have time to drink it,' just as if he had a train to catch." "They have an arrear of balls and dinners to call for; that is the only day in the year a good many ever can pay visits--the civilians, I mean." The Colonel, who had now exhausted conversation with Miss Prosody, had leisure to observe the determined flirtation of young Vavasour with Bluebell. That unformidable young person being only seventeen, of course looked upon him as a mere boy, and her chaffing manner was not at all to the Colonel's taste, whose attention was drawn to it by an expressive glance from Miss Prosody; so he telegraphed to his wife, who soon signalled her female following from the room. Bertie got to the door, and as Bluebell passed through last of the ladies, she again met that look of interest and admiration Du Meresq had practised so often. Shyness hitherto had been no infirmity of this young Canadian; but Bertie somehow had mesmerized her into a state of consciousness--it was a cobwebby kind of fetter, but the first she had worn. "Come and talk to me Bluebell," said Mrs. Rolleston, "as Cecil is so studious." The former glanced at her friend, and involuntarily whispered--"_How_ |
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