"Thank you, Wilkins; when I can go I will tell you."
"Just so."
Wilkins stepped back to his desk, and Guly still stood arranging the new pieces of embroidery. There was for him a charm about them. Accustomed as he was to seeing such things, he could not get tired of looking at these. They were far more beautiful than any of those which were really French, and had come from over the seas; and from every graceful twig and twining tendril, there looked up at him a pair of soft brown eyes, whose gentle glances went down, and made themselves a home in the boy's pure heart.
CHAPTER XV.
| ——"He is a man, Setting his fate aside, of comely virtues; Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice— An honor in him which buys out his faults— But with a noble fury and fair spirit, Seeing his reputation touched to death, He did oppose his foe." Shakspeare. |
"Mr. Delancey, will you wait one minute, sir!" exclaimed Arthur, coming in, apparently much excited, just as Guly replaced the box on the shelf.
The merchant stopped just as he was going out of the door, and planting his cane firmly down upon the floor, turned round with the frown between his eyebrows quite visibly deepened.
"Well, sir, what will you have?"