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She has taken a dislike to the Mallory girl. Well, if Oliver wants her, let him fight for her. I hope she won't drop into his mouth! Mallory! Mallory! I wonder where she comes from, and who her people are." Meanwhile Diana was sitting among her letters, which mainly concerned the last details of the Beechcote furnishing. She and Mrs. Colwood were now "Muriel" and "Diana" to each other, and Mrs.
In driving home that evening past the gates and plantations of Beechcote it seemed to him that he had seen through the trees in the distance the fluttering of a white dress. Had the news of his inglorious success just reached her? How had she received it? Her face came before him the frank eyes the sweet troubled look. He dropped his head upon his arms.
It would be absurd that she should stay in London, at a horrid boarding-house, when there's Beechcote, wouldn't it?"
During the fortnight since Miss Merton's arrival all the energies of the house had been devoted to her amusement. A little whirlwind of dissipation had blown through the days. Two meets, a hockey-match, a concert at the neighboring town, a dinner-party and various "drums," besides a luncheon-party and afternoon tea at Beechcote itself in honor of the guest Mrs.
The type of Catholic woman which he most admired rose in his mind; compassionate, tender, infinitely soft and loving like the saints; save where "the faith" was concerned like the saints, again. This Protestant rigidity and self-sufficiency were the deuce! But he would go down to Beechcote, and he and Oliver between them would see that child through.
Roughsedge's gray curls and motherly ways; and would consult her about servants and tradesmen with an eager humility. She liked the son, it seemed, for the parents' sake, nor was it long before he was allowed at his own pressing request to help in hanging pictures and arranging books at Beechcote. A girl's manner with young men is always a matter of interest to older women. Mrs.
His letters of the morning, fresh from the heart of things, made newspapers a mere superfluity. They could tell him nothing that he did not know already. And as for opinions, those might wait. He proposed, indeed, before the return of the servant from Dunscombe, to walk over to Beechcote. The road lay through woods, two miles of shade.
The February day was dying in a yellowish dusk, full of beauty. They were walking along a narrow avenue of tall limes which skirted the Beechcote lands, and took them past the house. Above their heads the trees met in a brown-and-purple tracery of boughs, and on their right, through the branches, they saw a pale full moon, throning it in a silver sky.
He saw, as in a cloud, the lovely oval of the face, the fringed eyes, the bending form. "Will you sit down?" he said, hoarsely. She took a chair beside him, still holding his hand. It seemed as though she were struck dumb by what she saw. He inquired if she was at Beechcote. "Yes." Her head drooped. "But I want Lady Lucy to let me come and stay here a little."
That gossip had not troubled him when he had set forth in the early afternoon. Quite the contrary. It had amused him as he rode to Beechcote, full of confident hope, to think of announcing his engagement. What reason would there be for delay or concealment? He looked forward to the congratulations of old friends; the more the better.
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