“What for—brandy? Plenty here.”
“No, man, for the bill; I must be off at once.”
Volume One—Chapter Eleven.
How to Reach the Fair Star.
As Burns said, matters go very awkwardly sometimes for those who plot and plan—as if some malicious genius took delight in thwarting the most carefully-laid designs, and tangling matters up, till the undoing seems hopeless.
Chris Lisle had had a bad time mentally. He was wroth against Gartram and Glyddyr, and far more wroth with himself for letting his anger get the better of him.
“It was as if I had made up my mind to fight against my own interests, for I could not have done that man a greater service than to strike him.”
“That’s it, sure enough,” he said. “This good-looking yachting dandy is the man, and it was enough to make poor Claudie think me a violent ruffian, upon whom she must never look again. But I will not give her up. I’d sooner die; and, bless her, she will never allow herself to be forced into marrying such a man as that, good-looking as he is. Well, we shall see.”