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She wished to assure him that she would do her best with Reuben, but at the same time she resented his mode of addressing her, and the conflict made her tongue-tied. "I won't occupy more of your time, Mrs. Baske." She would have begged him to resume his seat. The conversation had been so short; she wanted to hear him speak more freely.
On the thirteenth day after the flight from Capri, Edward Spence, leaving the villa for his afternoon walk, encountered the postman and received from him three letters. One was addressed to Ross Mallard, Esq., care of Edward Spence, Esq.; another, to Mrs. Spence; the third, to Mrs. Baske.
He heard voices approaching, and had just time to rise to his feet before there appeared figures, rising between the columns of the entrance against the background of hills. He moved forward, a bright smile on his face. The arrivals were Edward Spence, with his wife and Mrs. Baske. All undemonstrative people, they shook hands much as if they had parted only a week ago.
Baske brooded for several minutes before she began to write on the next sheet of paper. It was intended for her sister-in-law, a lady of middle age, who shared in the occupancy of Redheck House. At length she penned the introductory formula, but again became absent, and sat gazing at the branches of a pine-tree which stood in strong relief against cloudless blue.
Baske at the Vatican this morning," said Mallard presently, as he knocked the ash off his cigar. "We had some talk." "On Vatican subjects?" "Yes. I find her views of art somewhat changed. But sculpture still alarms her." "Still? Do you suppose she will ever overcome that feeling? Are you wholly free from it yourself?
This lady had not scrupled to state it as a fact in her certain knowledge that Mrs. Baske was become a Papist. To this end, it seemed, was the suspicion of Bartles mainly directed the Scarlet Woman throned by the Mediterranean had made a victim of her who was once a light in the re-reformed faith. That was the reason, said Mrs.
"Your illness made her very anxious. You are much better, I hope?" "Much, thank you." Allowance made for the difference of quality in their voices, Mrs. Baske and Mallard resembled each other in speech. They had the same grave note, the same decision. "They must be very tired after their journey," Miriam added, seating herself. "Miss Doran seems scarcely so at all; but Mrs.
Whether she is a believer or not, we can't determine." "Did the child's death affect him much?" "I know nothing about it." They smoked in silence for a few minutes. Then Mallard observed, without taking the cigar from his lips: "How much better Mrs. Baske looks!" "Naturally the change is more noticeable to you than to us. It has come very slowly. I dare say you see other changes as well?"
The face she examined bore such plain marks of suffering that with difficulty she removed her eyes from it. Nor could she make reply to him, so intensely were her thoughts occupied with what she saw. "Perhaps," he said, "you had rather not undertake anything at once." Then, his voice changing slightly, "I have no wish to seem a suppliant, Mrs. Baske.
"It has been an unforgettable day," Cecily said, as they parted. He had taken leave of the Spences and Mrs. Baske, yet was not sure that he should go. He had said good-bye to Mrs. Lessingham and to Cecily herself, yet made no haste to depart. It drew on to evening, and he sat idly in his room in Casa Rolandi, looking at his traps half packed. Then of a sudden up he started. "Imbecile! Insensate!
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