The Adventures Harry Richmond — Volume 3 by George Meredith
page 21 of 93 (22%)
page 21 of 93 (22%)
|
margravine has done wonders. She does not look anxious; but then she is
not one ever to show it. The prince does. Every other minute he is glancing at the tent and at his watch. Can you guess my idea? Your father's absence leads me to think-oh! only a passing glimmer of an idea --the statue has not arrived, and he is bringing it on. Otherwise, he would be sure to be here. The margravine beckons me.' 'Don't go!' we cried simultaneously. The Princess Ottilia supplied her place. 'I have sent to our stables for two little pretty Hungarian horses for you two to ride,' she said. 'No, I have not yet seen him. He is asked for, and de Markgrafin knows not at all. He bades in our lake; he has been seen since. The man is exciteable; but he is so sensible. Oh, no. And he is full of laughter. We shall soon see him. Would he not ever be cautious of himself for a son like you?' Her compliment raised a blush on me. The patience of the people was creditable to their phlegm. The smoke of pipes curling over the numberless heads was the most stirring thing about them. Temple observed to me, 'We'll give the old statue a British cheer, won't we, Richie?' 'After coming all the way from England!' said I, in dejection. |
|