"Sir Tilton seemed unable to tear himself away."
"It's getting too much for my feelings, Vaura," said Douglas, in
serio-comic tones; "tares again."
"What's the joke?" asked Bertram; "the fellow had a green and yellow
melancholy look about him, I noticed."
"Again! pile on the agony, tares and wheat are green and yellow."
"Tares and wheat," remarked Bertram. "If that's your text, Douglas, I
shall tear myself away, and pace the deck alone, if Lady Esmondet, or
Miss Vernon, won't take pity on me; I don't care for sermons, nor to
be classed with the tares. Who is the mannikin, Douglas," continued
Bertram.
"What's his name, and where's his hame; she dinna choose to tell,"
said Douglas.
"You are a greater tease than ever, Roland; I did tell you, but on the
way you lost it; but now again give ear--"
"Not only mine ear," he interrupted, "but my whole being, fairest of
Surrey enslavers."
"Well, Roland, the irrepressible, from the lips of the women who love
him, the mannikin is, dear or _cara mia_ before Tilton Everly to his
men friends, and Sir Tilton Everly to society; art satisfied?"
"By no means," he said slyly.
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