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"I know, I know," replied Lady Meg, while a wave of color passed over her fair face.,Patricia shook her head. "She's with Griffin and Bottle Green," she answered under her breath. "What do you want her for?","I know that Mrs. Dallas is on your side, and I know the reason.",Elinor made no reply. Her eyes were fixed on the lovely fading panorama of life that was shifting before them. The twilight, the sunset, and the haunting magic of the miracle play still lingering with them, touched them all into sudden seriousness, and they stood silent and intent, forgetful of the whirl of pleasure and traffic that swept about them.,"But how can I?" insisted Patricia. "They don't all go out at the rests, you know.",The collateral branches of the old Sarby family had died out; the relatives on the mother's side refused to have anything to do with a child who, if heredity went for anything, might prove to be a chip of the old block; and little David might have found himself thrown on the parish, but that Major Jen, pitying the forlorn condition of the child, saved him from so ignominious a fate. His heart and his house were large enough to receive another pensioner, so he took David back to the old deserted mansion, and presented him to Maurice as a new playfellow. Henceforth the two boys grew to manhood under the devoted care of the cheerful old bachelor, who had protected their helpless infancy.,"Nobody's asked me for a speech," she began and paused.,"Say that again, young one," she demanded imperatively. "Make it good and plain this time.","About Dido, sir?",CHAPTER I. THE MAJOR AND HIS HOUSEHOLD.,"Did you hear any noise?","The tramp then; Battersea?".