“A hundred,” was the reply; “and we'll fly on Mercury's pennons to do your bidding.”
“Put a girdle round the earth in forty minutes,” said Frank Digby.
“When poor Ferrers comes among us, for my sake, do not take any notice of what has happened.”
There was a dark cloud on the faces before Louis, and Hamilton's lip trembled with scorn. No reply was made.
“I am the only one who has any thing to forgive; please promise me to leave him alone.”
“Then,” said Salisbury, abruptly, “whenever he comes in, I walk out, for I can't sit in the same room and be civil.
“I shan't be particularly inclined to favor him with my discourse,” said Frank; “so I promise to leave him alone.”
“Will you try to be the same as you were before? Do!” said Louis.
“That's impossible!” they all cried; “we cannot, Louis.”
“If you only knew how unhappy he has been, you would pity him very much,” said Louis, sorrowfully. “He has been so very sad—and do not talk of this to other people, please. I should be so much more happy if you would try to be the same to him.”