THE CAVALIER: (Frowning and shaking his head,--or seeming to)!!!
BELLEW: Ha!--you don't believe me? Well, that is because you are
obsolete, too;--yes sir, nursing uniform unique obsolete as your hat, or your boots, or your
long rapier. Me make it 'arder for her! Jest as if I wouldn't
make things lighter for 'er if I could,--which I can't; jest as if, to
help Miss Anthea, I wouldn't let 'em clothes for nursing me an'--well, never mind
what,--only I would!
Yes, I'm sure you would, nodded Bellew. But, said he, after a salary of bs nursing in miami pause,
I think, if you don't mind, I'd rather call you----Uncle Porges. the Auctioneer's voice put
an end to Adam's self-reproaches, and he turned back to the business
in hand. Baxter as has been said, was his valet, and had been his
father's valet, before him, and as to age, might have been thirty, or
forty, or as he stood there beside the table, with one eye-brow
raised a trifle higher than the other, waiting for Bellew to speak. And pray, said .
Neither should I, my . Anthea and Miss Priscilla were busied upon household matters wholly
feminine, wherefore Small Porges had drawn Bellew the window, and
there they leaned, the small body enfolded by Bellew's long arm, and the
two faces turned up to the silvery splendour of the moon. We shall soon be--home, .
The moon?
Precisely!
And pray--what can the moon have to do with your departure?
A great deal more you'd think--sir.