Part 23 (2/2)
”Liza, I forbad you to use that foolish word, 'gashly,'” said Louise, pouring out a fresh cup of tea, and changing it for the one cooling on the tray.
”Why don't you take up auntie's breakfast as you always do! You know she doesn't like it sent up.”
Louise made no reply to her brother, but turned to Pradelle.
”You will excuse me for a few minutes, Mr Pradelle,” she said, as she rose.
”Excuse--you?” he replied, with a peculiar smile; and, rising in turn, he managed so badly as he hurried to the door to open it for Louise's pa.s.sage with the tray, that he and Liza, bent on the same errand, came into collision.
”Thank you, Mr Pradelle,” said Louise, quietly, as she pa.s.sed out with the tray, and Liza gave him an indignant glance as she closed the door.
”Ha, ha! What a bungle!” cried Harry mockingly, as he helped himself to more ham.
George Vine was absorbed once more in the study of the _Beloe_.
”Never you mind, my lord the count,” said Pradelle in an undertone; ”I don't see that you get on so very well.”
Harry winced.
”What are you going to do this morning?”
”Fish.”
”Humph! well to be you,” said Harry, with a vicious bite at his bread, while his father was too much absorbed in his study even to hear.
”You're going loafing about, and I've got to go and turn that grindstone.”
”Which you can leave whenever you like,” said Pradelle meaningly.
”Hold your tongue!” cried Harry roughly, as the door re-opened, and Louise, looking slightly flushed, again took her place at the table.
”Aunt poorly?” said Vine.
”Oh, no, papa; she is having her breakfast now.”
”If you're too idle to take up auntie's breakfast, I'll take it,” said Harry severely. ”Don't send it up by that girl again.”
”I shall always take it myself, Harry,” said Louise quietly.
The breakfast was ended; George Vine went to his study to feed his sea-anemones on chopped whelk; Pradelle made an excuse about fis.h.i.+ng lines, after reading plainly enough that his presence was unwelcome; and Harry stood with his hands in his pockets, looking on as his sister put away the tea-caddy.
”Will you not be late, Harry?”
”Perhaps,” he said, ill-humouredly. ”I shall be there as soon as old bottle-nose I dare say.”
”How long is Mr Pradelle going to stay?”
”Long as I like.”
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