Oh!"
"If you cry any more, mamma--Shut up, I tell you!"
_"Must_ I? Oh!"
"Yes, or you'll catch pepper."
Then he pulled her along, gabbling all the time. "Those two swells
didn't quarrel after all, you see."
"Thank Heaven!"
"But they looked at each other like hobelixes, and pulled the kids away
like pison. Ha! ha! I say, the young 'uns ain't of the same mind as the
old 'uns. I say, though, our Compton is not a bad sort; I'm blowed if
he hadn't taken off his tippet to put round his gal. I say, don't you
think that little chap has begun rather early? Why, _I_ didn't trouble
my head about the gals till I was eleven years old."
Lady Bassett was too much agitated to discuss these delicate little
questions just then.
She replied as irrelevantly as ever a lady did. "Oh, you good, brave,
clever boy!" said she.
Then she stopped a moment to kiss him heartily. "I shall never forget
this night, dear. I shall always make excuses for you. Oh, shall we
never get home?"
"We shall be home as soon as they will," said Reginald. "Come on."
He gabbled to her the whole way; but the reader has probably had enough
of his millclack.
Lady Bassett reached home, and had just ordered a large fire in
Compton's bedroom, when Sir Charles came in, bringing the boy.
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