The things we do!

Your letter lay there at the post ever so long, and was
forwarded to me at Naples."
"Where?" asked Ethel.
"I saw Lord Kew there." Ethel was smiling with all her might, and kissing
her hand to the twins, who passed at that moment with their mamma. "Oh,
indeed, you saw--how do you do?--Lord Kew."
"And, having seen him, I came over to England," said Clive.
Ethel looked at him, gravely. "What am I to understand by that, Clive?--
You came over because it was very hot at Naples, and because you wanted
to see your friends here, n'est-ce pas? How glad mamma was to see you!
You know she loves you as if you were her own son."
"What, as much as that angel, Barnes!" cries Clive, bitterly;
"impossible."
Ethel looked once more. Her present mood and desire was to treat Clive as
a chit, as a young fellow without consequence--a thirteenth younger
brother. But in his looks and behaviour there was that which seemed to
say not too many liberties were to be taken with him.
"Why weren't you here a month sooner, and you might have seen the
marriage? It was a very pretty thing.


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