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"What is the matter?" asked Lady Meg, as she saw the major's face grow dark with his thought. "Is anything wrong?",Etwald had become acquainted with Jen professionally, and having cured the major of one of his frequent attacks of ague, he had passed from being a mere medical attendant into the closer relationship of a friend. The boys had met him once or twice, but neither of them cared much for his sombre personality, and they were not overpleased to find that the major had invited the man to meet them on the occasion of this special dinner.,"Mrs. Dallas?" cried David, starting from his seat. "Did she steal the devil-stick?","I begs!" said Battersea, candidly. "And when I can't get nuffin I steals.","Did he ask to buy the devil-stick?" demanded Lady Meg, in surprise.,CHAPTER XX. A STRANGE REQUEST.,In that—that—trousseau Madame Rene had made me there was one, what she called "simple" lingerie frock. And it looked just as simple as the cheque it called for. It was of lawn as transparent as a cobweb, real lace and tiny delicious incrustations of embroidery. It fitted in lines that melted into curves, had enticements in the shape of a long sash and a dazzling breast-knot of shimmery blue, the colour of my eyes, and I looked new-born in it.,"What did you bring me, Molly?" he finally kissed under my right ear.,"On that night?" asked Jen, eagerly.,David looked at Jen in astonishment.,"I beg your pardon, Molly," he exclaimed, and his face was redder than mine, and then it went white with mortification. I couldn't stand that.,"Yes, I think he would. But what does all this tend to?".