Brodrick, a
neighbour of ours, to choose it."
"Your sisters are very good to you," observed Malcolm in rather a
patronising manner. He even smiled to himself furtively at the
thought of the two gentle spinsters. "A good-looking boy like Cedric
is always spoilt by his womankind," he said to himself. "If I ever
get on intimate terms with them, which is very unlikely, I shall
tell them that all this petting and spoiling is not good for the
lad, and will only unfit him for his work in life. Women have no
sense of proportion," he continued rather irritably; "they either do
too much or too little, and the Misses Templeton seem to be no
exceptions to the rule."
They had left Earlsfield behind them, and were now climbing the
long, winding ascent that led to Staplegrove. As the road grew
steeper, Brown Becky slackened her pace.
The heavy storms had tempered the great heat, and though the sky was
cloudless and the sunshine brilliant, the trees meeting overhead
gave them a pleasant shade, and a soft, refreshing breeze blew in
their faces. Malcolm drew a long breath of delight.
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