Ponsonby before her flitting, he found the house in the temporary charge of the servant and Master Dicky Shelton, a shrimpish boy of thirteen, whose red hair and absurd profile bore just enough likeness to his sister's beauty to make one feel the caricature an intentional impertinence.
French had got into the drawing room before he understood what the servant was saying. Deena had gone, leaving no message for him! His first feeling of surprise was succeeded by one of chagrin; these afternoon chats by her fireside had become so much to him, so much a part of his daily life, that he hated to think they had no corresponding value to her.
He was recalled from these sentimental regrets by the irate voice of Master Shelton in dispute with Bridget.
"She-_said_-there-was cake! Mrs. Ponsonby-_said_ -there-was-cake-and-that I-could-have some!" each word very emphatic, judicial and accusative.
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