12/12 And"-- still hesitating--"please would you always call me 'my dear' instead of 'my lord;' and might I call you Helen ?" So they "made a paction 'twixt them twa"-- the poor little helpless, crippled boy, and the bright, active, energetic girl--the earl's son and minister's daughter--one of those pactions which grow out of an inner similitude which counteracts all outward dissimilarity; and they never broke it while they lived. Then, with a sudden resumption of dignity, "I beg your pardon, Miss Cardross, but this is the first time his lordship has ever been out to dinner." "Oh, nurse, how I wish I might go out to dinner every Sunday! I am sure this has been the happiest day of all my life.". |