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Butler, Miss Peters, and the other despised Northbury folk. "Your son is marrying into one of the Northbury families," the rector had said, when the proud lady had frowned a little over this. "Beatrice must and shall have her friends round her when she gives herself to Bertram.
Clay ventured on thin ice. The name of Bromfield had not been mentioned to him before in the last twenty-four hours by either Beatrice or her father. "Surely Bromfield wouldn't want to offend you." "That's exactly what he would want to do." "But " "He's got his reasons." "Isn't there some way to stop him, then?" "I've been getting a wrinkle trying to figure out one.
The professor temporarily collapsed. He drank heavily of the whiskey and soda by his side, and answered gloomily. "My young friend," he said, "Beatrice, when she left us, was penniless. Mind you, Elizabeth is the one with brains. It is Elizabeth who has the money. She has a strong will, too. She keeps me there whether I will or not, she makes me do many things many things, surely which I hate.
He could not guess that it had been the consequence of sudden inspiration on the part of Beatrice, who had thrown her arms around his neck at the very instant when she had intended to administer a rebuff. He did not imagine that she had discovered the approach of Patricia before she made this outward demonstration in acceptance of his mad proposal.
"And that is our time," said Dawn. "And God's," he answered. Dawn found on her dressing table that night a garland of lilies and red roses. "Passion and purity," she said. "O, this will do for human heads." She laid long that night wondering whether Basil or his sister twined it. It did not seem like Beatrice, and yet she scarce thought he would do it.
Dora and Lillian were intent, the one upon a box of books newly arrived, the other upon a picture; so Beatrice had every day many hours at her disposal. She spent them all with Hugh, whose love seemed to increase with every moment. Hugh was to leave Seabay on Thursday, and on Wednesday evening he lingered by her side as though he could not part with her.
Then she turned to walk up the steep steps which led from the quay to the little High Street. "We ought not to go," instantly began Catherine. Loftus stopped rowing, bent forward and put his hand across her mouth. "Not another word," he said. "I'll undertake to conciliate the mother, and I think she can trust to my ideas of good-breeding." Meanwhile Beatrice walked quickly home.
Anyhow I get the advice. "I think," I said carelessly, wishing to break it to her as gently as possible, "I think I have hay-fever." "Nonsense," said Beatrice. That annoyed me. Why shouldn't I have hay-fever if I wanted to? "If you're going to begrudge me every little thing," I began. "You haven't even got a cold." As luck would have it a sneeze chose that moment for its arrival. "There!"
Duncan stood for a considerable time with the letter held before his eyes, while he went over in his mind the chain of incidents that followed upon his meeting with Beatrice Brunswick in the box at the opera-house. Presently, he returned the letter to the envelope, and laid it aside, while he took up the other one, addressed in the handwriting of Patricia.
Often he sat out looking seaward, thinking of the days when he had first met Beatrice, of those early days of pleasant companionship, of the marvelous avidity with which he had learned from her. Only when Elizabeth's face stole into the foreground did he spring from his place and turn back to his work.
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