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Alma raised herself, drew the cabman's attention, and bade him drive to Baker Street. There was a short silence, Dymes glaring and muttering inarticulately. 'Of course, if you really have a bad headache, he growled at length. 'Indeed I have and you treat me very unkindly. 'Hang it, Alma, don't speak like that! As if I could be unkind to you! He secured her hand again, and she did not resist.
Alma smiled, with a shade of pleasantry not usual upon her countenance. Harvey generally read her extracts from these letters. Their allusion to money imposed the reserve; otherwise they would have passed into Alma's hands. From his masculine point of view, Harvey thought the matter indifferent; nothing in his wife's behaviour hitherto had led him to suppose that she attached importance to it.
Commensurate with the happiness that had been hers during those ten minutes came now her remorse. She hastened to make amends. "There, there, Alma, I beg yer pardon, I'm sure. I hain't er I <i>haven't</i> meant ter keep ye talkin' on such triflin' things, dear. Now talk ter us yer self. Tell us about things anythin' anythin' on the table or in the room," she finished feverishly.
Mrs. Singer began to read, and Ada saw it was useless to pursue the subject. She left the room undecidedly, her lips pressed together. All right, let Lucy befriend Alma. She wouldn't look at her, and they'd just see which would get tired of it first.
"Come and look at this, Miss Leighton," she called to Alma, who reluctantly approached. "What lines are these?" Mrs. Leighton asked, pointing to Beaton's pencil scratches. "They're suggestions of modifications," he replied. "I don't think they improve it much. What do you think, Alma?"
Such was the purity of the Church threatening me with its censures for wishing to follow the purest dictates of my heart, yet taking money from a woman like Alma, who was bribing it to be blind to her misconduct and to cover her with its good-will!
Beaton never felt so poignantly the disadvantage of having on any given occasion been wanting to his own interests through his self-love as in this. He had no one to blame but himself for what had happened, but he blamed Alma for what might happen in the future because she shut out the way of retrieval and return.
The various fraternities, whose work has been referred to in various despatches, have established headquarters and called meetings of surviving local members. These meetings are held in Alma Hall, belonging to the Odd Fellows, which, owing to its solid construction, withstood the pressure of the flood.
But before that I must go over to the island to say good-bye to the old folks, and I'll see you at your father's I suppose." Then Alma gave my husband a significant glance and said: "But, Mary, my love, wouldn't it be better for Mr. Conrad to come to Castle Raa? You won't be able to go about very much. Remember your delicate condition, you know." "Of course, why of course," said my husband.
At least she called it a chip, and the historian can do naught but repeat her language. Besides this, it was not bigger than a chip, and it looked very pretty tied under her chin. Over her head she carried its real protection, an immense Japanese paper umbrella, light, airy, and generous. "Where are you going, Alma?" said Mr. Denny. "Oh! only to the fields for a little walk.
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