Martin Disney was full of admiration for his wife's improvements. The old-fashioned borders were brimming over with old-world flowers; the shrubberies had grown out of knowledge; the escalonia hedge by the kitchen garden was a thing to wonder at. ONCE recently, when he was down at home after taking his degree, his mother had had a short conversation with him about his becoming a clergyman, set on thereto by Theobald, who shrank from the subject himself. This time it was during a turn taken in the garden, and not on the sofa 鈥?which was reserved for supreme occasions. Again Corinna burst out laughing. 鈥淚s that what鈥檚 worrying you? My poor Martin, you鈥檙e too comic. What are you afraid of? I promise you I鈥檒l respect maiden modesty. My word of honour.鈥? 鈥淵ou think you have,鈥?said Mr. Shaw; 鈥測ou Oxford and Cambridge gentlemen think you have examined everything. I have examined very little myself except the bottoms of old kettles and saucepans, but if you will answer me a few questions, I will tell you whether or no you have examined much more than I have.鈥? You ought to be very proud of your husband, Mrs. Disney, said Vansittart Crowther, with his air of taking all the world under his protection. 一本道在线综合久合合_偷拍久久国产视频免费 Mrs. Baynham gave the signal for departure, feeling that her dinner, from a material point of view, had been a success. The lobster sauce had been backward, and the three last people to whom the vol au vent was offered had got very little except pie-crust and white sauce, but those were small blemishes. The mutton and the pheasants had been unimpeachable; and on those substantial elements Mrs. Baynham took her stand. She had spared neither pains nor money. Her Italian cream was cream, and not cornflour. Her cabinet-pudding was a work of art. She felt satisfied with herself, and knew that the doctor would approve; and yet she felt somehow that the moral atmosphere had not been altogether free from storm-cloud. Colonel Disney had looked on at the feast with a gloomy countenance; Mr. Crowther had talked in an unpleasant tone. There was no seeming in it, Isola. I was knocked over at once, like a pigeon out of a trap. I had been in love with you three weeks鈥攖hree centuries it seemed鈥攂efore I could screw up my courage so far as to think of proposing for you. And then if Hazelrigg hadn't helped me with your father, I don't suppose I should ever have broken the ice. But when he鈥攖he colonel鈥攕howed himself so frank and willing鈥攁nd the way was all made smooth for me from a domestic point of view鈥攁nd when I saw that kind little look in your eyes, and the shy little smile鈥攜es, you are smiling so now鈥擨 took heart of grace, and stormed the citadel. Do you remember the evening I asked you to be my wife, Isola; that starlit night when I had been dining with your people, and you and Gwendolen, and Hazelrigg and I went out upon the terrace to look at the stars, and the river, and the twinkling lights of the boats down by the quay, and the diligence driving over the bridge, deep, deep down in the valley below us? Do you remember how I lured you away from the other two, and how we stood under the vine-leaves in the berceau, and I found the words somehow鈥攆eeblest, stupidest words, I'm afraid鈥攖o make you know that all the happiness of my life to come depended upon winning you for my wife? At last! The train crept into the little station, nestling on the edge of a wood, and there was Fowey, homely, friendly little Fowey, so strange and yet so familiar; strange to eyes that had so lately looked upon the cities of the East; familiar to the man who had been reared in the neighbourhood, whose first impressions of God's earth had stamped harbour and hills upon his brain, like an indelible picture. There was Masters's fly, an eminently respectable vehicle that never touted for chance passengers, waiting for him. He was expected, evidently. "'I want a bit cast, mon, to the ither side o' the water to the steamboat.' Very well, ma'am.