He had hardly, however, gone a couple of miles, when he heard somebody galloping after him, and, looking round, saw the little Duke coming up on his pony with his face very flushed, and no hat. “I’m awfully sorry, Mr. Otis,” gasped the boy, “but I can’t eat any dinner as long as Virginia is lost. Please don’t be angry with me; if you had let us be engaged last year, there would never had been all this trouble. You won’t send me back, will you? I can’t go! I won’t go!
The Minister could not help smiling at the handsome young scapegrace
touch [
tλt∫] devotion [di`vəυ∫n] shoulder [`∫əυldə]The Minister could not help smiling at the handsome young scapegrace, and was a good deal touched at his devotion to Virginia, so leaning down from his horse, he patted him kindly on the shoulders, and said, "Well, Cecil, if you won't go back, I suppose you must come with me, but I must get you a hat at Ascot."