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She had tried in vain to discover what there was in Keith that inspired such intense liking in two people so widely different as expansive and emotional Stanley Baird and reserved and distinctly cold Cyrilla Brindley. Keith talked little, not only seemed not to listen well, but showed plainly, even in tete-a-tete conversations, that his thoughts had been elsewhere.
"You're mighty right," said he heartily. "And I admire her for that more than for anything else. I'd trust her anywhere." "You're paying yourself a high compliment," laughed Cyrilla. "How's that?" inquired he. "You're too subtle for me. I'm a bit slow." Mrs. Brindley decided against explaining.
'I knew young Mr Simon too. A slight hesitation, and then: 'Of course! Another hesitation. 'Why? 'Nothing, said Mr Brindley. 'Only he's dead. 'You don't mean to say he's dead? she exclaimed. 'Day before yesterday, in Italy, said Mr Brindley ruthlessly. Miss Annie Brett's manner certainly changed. It seemed almost to become natural and unecstatic.
The philosophical man of science will point with at least equal exultation to the great discoveries in art and science; to the achievements of the mechanic, the engineer, and the chemist; to the labors of Brindley and Arkwright and Watts, to which, indeed, this great expansion of the resources and growth of the wealth of the country is principally owing.
'How do, Bob? 'How do, Bob? We sat down. Mr Brindley pointed to the condition of the floor. 'Cheerful, isn't it? he observed to me, shouting above the din of vibrating glass. Our fellow-passengers were few and unromantic, perhaps half-a-dozen altogether on the long, shiny, yellow seats of the car, each apparently lost in gloomy reverie.
He was there stopping there, I suppose. 'Why, I believe I remember hearing something about that, said Mr Brindley cunningly. 'Didn't he take you out in a boat? A very faint dark crimson spread over the face of Miss Annie Brett. It could not be called a blush, but it was as like a blush as was possible to her. The phenomenon, as I could see from his eyes, gave Mr Brindley another shock.
In conclusion she said: "I'd like to come. You see, I've very little money. When it's gone, I'll go, unless I make some more." "Yes, you must come. That Mrs. Brindley seems to be a nice woman, a mighty nice woman. But her house, and the people that come there they aren't the right sort for a girl that's making a start. I can give you a room on the top floor in front.
At the further end two women were seated close together in conversation, and I distinctly heard the name 'Fuge'. One of them was Mrs Brindley, in a hat. The other, a very big and stout woman, in an elaborate crimson garment that resembled a teagown, rose and came to meet me with extended hand. 'My wife Mr Loring, said Mr Oliver Colclough.
'My wife, Mr Brindley explained gravely. 'Now, I may as well tell you now, Bob, said she, still smiling at me. 'Bobbie's got a sore throat and it may be mumps; the chimney's been on fire and we're going to be summoned; and you owe me sixpence. 'Why do I owe you sixpence? 'Because Annie's had her baby and it's a girl. 'That's all right. Supper ready? 'Supper is waiting for you. She laughed.
And I am ready to do it again rather than tolerate anything or anybody that does not suit me." "I shall have to be extremely careful," laughed Mildred. "I shall be a dreadful hypocrite with you." Mrs. Brindley smiled; but underneath, Mildred saw or perhaps felt that her new friend was indeed not one to be trifled with. She said: "You and I will get on. We'll let each other alone.
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