"Who told you?"
"Nobody told me;--but you will, Larry; won't you?"
"May be I will." Then, as he was leaving the room, when he was in
the door-way, so that she should not see his face, he told her the
news. "She's going to marry the squire, yonder."
"Mary Masters!"
"I always hated him from the first moment I saw him. What do you
expect from a fellow who never gets a-top of a horse?" Then he
turned away, and was not seen again till long after teatime.
CHAPTER XIX
"Is it tanti?"
Reginald Morton entertained serious thoughts of cleansing himself
from the reproach which Larry cast upon him when describing his
character to his mother. "I think I shall take to hunting," he said
to Mary.
"But you'll tumble off, dear."
"No doubt I shall, and I must try to begin in soft places. I don't
see why I shouldn't do it gradually in a small way. I shouldn't
ever become a Nimrod, like Lord Rufford or your particular friend
Mr. Twentyman."
"He is my particular friend."
"So I perceive. I couldn't shine as he shines, but I might
gradually learn to ride after him at a respectful distance. A man
at Rome ought to do as the Romans do."
"Why wasn't Hoppet Hall Rome as much as Bragton?"
"Well;--it wasn't. While fortune enabled me to be happy at Hoppet
Hall--"
"That is unkind, Reg.
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