Perhaps it was well that Ernest was not at home for very long together, but as yet his affection though hearty was quite Platonic. He was not only innocent, but deplorably 鈥?I might even say guiltily 鈥?innocent. His preference was based upon the fact that Ellen never scolded him, but was always smiling and good-tempered; besides she used to like to hear him play, and this gave him additional zest in playing. The morning access to the piano was indeed the one distinct advantage which the holidays had in Ernest鈥檚 eyes, for at school he could not get at a piano except quasi-surreptitiously at the shop of Mr. Pearsall, the music-seller. "Whatever induced him to take such a trip at this time of the year? Why did he not come up the Rideau in a canoe instead of walking overland from Kingston?" asked another. 鈥淚 will show you to your room,鈥?said F茅lise, and conducted her up the staircase beside the bureau. 深爱激情,强奸乱伦电影,色姑娘一本道人综合网 鈥淗ere his whole conversation consisted in quizzing whatever he saw, and repeating to me, above a hundred times over, the words 鈥榣ittle prince,鈥?鈥榣ittle court.鈥?I was shocked, and could not understand how he had changed so suddenly toward me. The etiquette of all courts in the empire is, that nobody who has not at least the rank of captain can sit at a prince鈥檚 table. My brother put a lieutenant there who was in his suite, saying, 鈥楢 king鈥檚 lieutenant is as good as a margraf鈥檚 minister.鈥?I swallowed this incivility, and showed no sign. 鈥淥ui, monsieur,鈥?replied F茅lise. The conversation was interrupted by the entrance of Bearie, who proposed that they should walk out to the square and watch the setting sun. I may as well say here all that need be said further about Ellen. For the next three years she used to call regularly at Mr. Ottery鈥檚 every Monday morning for her pound. She was always neatly dressed, and looked so quiet and pretty that no one would have suspected her antecedents. At first she wanted sometimes to anticipate, but after three or four ineffectual attempts 鈥?on each of which occasions she told a most pitiful story 鈥?she gave it up and took her money regularly without a word. Once she came with a bad black eye, 鈥渨hich a boy had throwed a stone and hit her by 鈥渕istake鈥? but on the whole she looked pretty much the same at the end of the three years as she had done at the beginning. Then she explained that she was going to be married again. Mr. Ottery saw her on this, and pointed out to her that she would very likely be again committing bigamy by doing so. 鈥淵ou may call it what you like,鈥?she replied, 鈥渂ut I am going off to America with Bill the butcher鈥檚 man, and we hope Mr. Pontifex won鈥檛 be too hard on us and stop the allowance.鈥?Ernest was little likely to do this, so the pair went in peace. I believe it was Bill who had blacked her eye, and she liked him all the better for it. 鈥淎?e, a?e! You know our saying: Tout passe, tout casse, tout lasse. It is the way of the world, the way of humanity. We say that we will remember鈥攂ut other things come to dim memory, to blunt sentiment鈥攅nfin, we forget, not because we want to, but because we must.鈥?