It was your eyes. I couldn't help it.
Adela, I love you dreadfully."
"I'm _so_ glad."
She gave a sigh as of relief.
"Why?"
"Because I wished you would. But I don't deserve it. A great clever man
like you love a useless girl like me! I _am_ so glad!"
"But your papa?"
"I'm so happy, I can't think about him steadily just yet."
"Adela, I love you--so dearly! Only I am too old for you."
"Old! how old are you?"
"Nearly thirty."
"And I'm only one-and-twenty. You're worth one and a half of me--yes
twenty of me."
And so their lips played with the ripples of love, while their hearts were
heaving with the ground swell of its tempest.
Now what I do know about is this:
The colonel came down-stairs in his dressing-gown and slippers, and found
Beeves flattening his nose against the glass of the garden-door.
"Beeves!" said the colonel.
"Sir!" said Beeves, darting around and confronting his master with a face
purple and pale from the sense of utter unpreparedness.
"Beeves, where is your mistress?"
"My mistress, sir? I beg your pardon, sir, I'm sure, sir! How should I
know, sir? I 'aint let her out.
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