'Exactly, papa; we will go directly if Miss Hall likes.'
The three ladies left the room, and, as Rowland glanced after them, he
very decidedly wished that he might be permitted to accompany them. One
other great wish he also had at his heart, the conversion of Miss Gwynne
to a purer and higher tone of mind. He did not, we grieve to say, bestow
a similar pastoral thought on Miss Nugent.
'That position of your queen at such an early stage of the game must be
an oversight, I think. Excuse me, but I could not take such an unfair
advantage,' said Mr Gwynne.
Rowland was roused at once. He gave himself up to his game, and an hour
afterwards, when the ladies returned from their walk, and candles were
ordered, it was still in progress, but he had the best of it.
'Will you sing for us, Serena?' said Freda.
'Will you sing a duet with me?' was the reply.
The duet was sung, and another and another and another, and Rowland lost
the game.
Mr Gwynne arose, very much elated and rubbing his hands gently,
according to his wont.
'How do you feel, general, defeated?' asked Freda.
'Very much like a subaltern,' said Rowland.
'Do you sing, Mr Prothero?' asked Miss Hall; 'all the Welsh are so
musical that I think there are few who have not voices.
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