19/31 The little service I could do was a moral lesson to me on the subject of deuce-may-care antecedents. My brother Tom, too, was always playing truant, as a boy. It 's in the blood.' She seemed to be teasing, and Aminta cried: 'My aunt! Let me hear. She tells the world-- ?' 'Paggy? Only that she says the countess has an exalted opinion of Mr.Secretary's handwriting--as witnessed by his fair copy of the Memoirs, of course.' 'Poor woman! How can she talk such foolishness! I guessed it.' 'You wear a dark red rose when you're guessing, 'ma mie,'-- French for, my Aminta.' 'But consider, Isabella, Mr.Weyburn has just had the heaviest of losses. |