We must not
make her repent having told us."
"It's lucky I'm not likely to fall in with Jenny just yet," said
Rosamond. "Don't leave me alone with her, either of you; if you do,
it is at your peril. It is all very well to talk of honour and
secrets, but to see the look in her eyes, and know he is alive,
seems to me rank cruelty and heartlessness. It is all to let Miles
have the pleasure of telling when he comes home."
"Miles is not a woman, nor an Irishwoman," said Julius.
"But he's a sailor, and he's got a feeling heart," said Rosamond;
"and if he stands one look of Jenny, why, I'll disown him for the
brother-in-law I take him for. By the bye, is not Raymond to know?"
"No," said Anne; "here is a postscript forbidding my telling him or
Mrs. Poynsett."
"Indeed! And I suppose Herbert knows nothing?"
"Nothing. He was a boy at school at the time. Say nothing to him,
Rose."
"Oh, no; besides, his brain is all run to cricket."
It was but too true. When the sun shone bright in April, and the
wickets were set up, Herbert had demonstrated that his influence was
a necessity on the village green; and it was true that his goodly
and animated presence was as useful morally to the eleven as it was
conducive to their triumphs; so his Rector suppressed a few sighs at
the frequency of the practices and the endless matches.
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