'Then they weren't arrowhead?'
A still more awful silence. 'Oh! let me see, where are they? Perhaps—'
'Lord Ernest de la Poer sat down upon them,' returned Bernard, in such a tragic voice, that convulsions of suppressed laughter began to prevail; 'but here are the remains, such as they are.'
'I am very sorry,' said the Countess, more than half choked as the faded, squeezed, limp water-plant was extended to her; 'but I can't flatter you that it is—no—it is not arrowhead.'
'Arrowing, isn't it?' of course muttered the witty pupil.
'But it was just as kind in you,' proceeded Lady Caergwent, conquering her paroxysm, and looking up with great sweetness in her hazel eyes. 'You went all the way for it, and were caught in the storm, and I am just as grateful to you.'
'You shall have some before I sleep!' and he was off like a shot.
'Oh! he isn't really gone!—Stop him, Mr. Underwood!—Stop him, Ernest!—How can you all sit there laughing!'
'It will do him a great deal of good.'
'Felix!' cried Cherry reproachfully from the other end of the table; 'when the poor boy has had nothing to eat!'