As for my
cousin, I will try him a little longer, lest he prove
"'A little more than kin, and less than kind.'"
"There seems no likelihood of that. He always speaks in the warmest
manner of you whenever he comes to the Manse; that is what makes me like
him, I fancy; and also, because I would always believe the best of
people until I found out to the contrary. Life would not be worth
having if we were continually suspecting every body--believing every
body bad till we had found them out to be good. If so, with many, I
fear we should never find the good out at all. That is--I can't put
it cleverly, like you, but I know what I mean."
Lord Cairnforth smiled. "So do I, Helen, which is quite enough for us
two. We will talk this over some other time; and meanwhile"--he
looked at her earnestly and spoke with meaning--"if ever you have an
opportunity of being kind to Captain Bruce, remember he is my next of
kin, and I wish it."
"Certainly," answered Helen. "But I am never likely to have the chance
of doing any kindness to such a very fine gentleman."
Lord Cairnforth smiled to himself once more, and let the conversation
end; afterward--long afterward, he recalled it, and thought with a
strange comfort that then, at least, there was nothing to conceal;
nothing but sincerity in the sweet, honest face--not pretty, but so
perfectly candid and true--with the sun shining on the lint-white
hair, and the bright blue eyes meeting his, guileless as a child's.
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