"
"You shall show me how," said Florimel, and gave him a note for Mr
Lenorme.
When he came in sight of the river, there, almost opposite the
painter's house, lay his own little yacht! He thought of Kelpie
in the stable, saw Psyche floating like a swan in the reach, made
two or three long strides, then sought to exhale the pride of life
in thanksgiving.
The moment his arrival was announced to Lenorme, he came down and
went with him, and in an hour or two they had found very much the
sort of horse they wanted. Malcolm took him home for trial, and
Florimel was pleased with him. The earl's opinion was not to be had,
for he had hurt his shoulder when he fell from the rearing Kelpie
the day before, and was confined to his room in Curzon Street.
In the evening Malcolm put on his yachter's uniform, and set out
again for Chelsea. There he took a boat, and crossed the river
to the yacht, which lay near the other side, in charge of an old
salt whose acquaintance Blue Peter had made when lying below the
bridges.. On board he found all tidy and shipshape He dived into
the cabin, lighted a candle, and made some measurements: all the
little luxuries of the nest, carpets, cushions, curtains, and other
things, were at Lossie House, having been removed when the Psyche
was laid up for the winter: he was going to replace them.
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