"What
a pity Cedric will be away most of August--the dear boy has so many
engagements." But Malcolm, who was extremely truthful, did not
endorse this regret. Cedric was a nice enough fellow, he thought,
but he did not always know when he was not wanted, and at times his
lively chatter was a weariness to the flesh.
"I expect I shall see something of him," was all he could bring
himself to say. "But you may depend on me for getting information
about the Jacobis. I am a little curious myself on the subject," he
added with the frankness that was natural to him; and then, as the
sound of approaching footsteps reached them, they mutually dropped
the subject.
CHAPTER XIII
THE CROW'S NEST
Take the little pleasures of life, watch the sunsets
and the clouds, the shadows in the streets and the
misty light over our great cities. These bring joy by
the way, and thankfulness to our Heavenly Father.
--ANNE T. CLOUGH.
In a certain sense all are historians.
--CARLYLE.
Perhaps Elizabeth's conscience pricked her that night, or more
probably, being rather a casual and careless young woman, a gentle
hint from Dinah may have had its effect.
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