'Willingly,' said Rupert, 'but only on one condition, Lizzie.'
'What?' said Elizabeth.
'That you give me back that foolish thing,' said Rupert, fixing his
eyes intently on the coach and horses which he was drawing.
'There it is,' said Elizabeth, restoring it to him. 'No, no, Rupert,
do not tear it up, it is the cleverest thing you ever drew, Sir
Walter is excellent.'
Yet, in spite of this commendation, Rupert had torn his performance
into the smallest scraps, before his sister came back to the table.
Anne had been in some anxiety ever since the conclusion of the games;
but Sir Edward and Mr. Woodbourne were standing between her and the
table, so that she could neither see nor hear, and when at length she
had finished playing, and was released, she found Rupert and
Elizabeth so quiet, and so busy with their several employments, that
she greatly dreaded that all had not gone right. She bethought
herself of the sketches Rupert had made in Scotland, asked him to
fetch them, and by their help, she contrived to restore the usual
tone of conversation between the cousins, so that the remainder of
the evening passed away very pleasantly.
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