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Callowgas excepted of course. Carteret's good-nature could be counted on to bring him to the villa. And Damaris must be annexed. Assuming the rôle and attitude of a vicarious motherhood, Henrietta herself could hardly fail to gain distinction. It was a touching part specially when played by a childless woman only a little yes, really only quite a little past her prime.
That takes one by storm, I confess Unhappy Maud Callowgas! But you see how frightfully on edge he is how he turns off for no valid reason, imagines himself a failure, imagines himself out of it? In point of fact he plays a quite passable game of tennis and you heard what he said? These fits of depression and self-depreciation amount to being tragic.
To begin with Miss Maud Callowgas, in permanent waiting upon her ex-semi-episcopal widowed mother in age a real thirty-five though nominal twenty-eight, her muddy complexion, prominent teeth and all too long back. Her designs, real or imagined, upon Marshall Wace.
"Upon my honour, I think you might have given me just a minute's law, Miss Verity," he protested. "It was no fault of mine being late. Maud Callowgas kept me toddling to the most unconscionable extent. First she wanted an ice, and then a tumbler of lemon squash; and then she lost her fan, or pretended she did, and expected me to hunt for the beastly thing.
These anxious symptoms developed one cannot but feel rather unjustly as the consequence of his own politeness, his amenity of manner, and the patient attentions he paid on the previous evening to one of his wife's guests. He had sat altogether too long for personal comfort in a draughty corner of the hotel garden, with Mrs. Callowgas.
For with the exception of Lady Hermione Twells widow of a once Colonial Governor and the Honourable Mrs. Callowgas née de Brett, relict of a former Bishop of Harchester, they were but scratch pack these local guests of hers. Soon, however, a scheme of putting that discovery to use broke in on her musings. The old friendship must, she feared, be counted dead.
But Maud Callowgas needed no winning, being very effectually won already, so it was superfluous thus movingly to ask the question. The mid-day sun striking through her black-and-white parasol made her feel dizzy and faint. If only she could learn the amount of her fortune, she could let Mrs.
Sometimes the latter's sister, Mary Ellice, joined the company when Lady Hermione condescended to spare her or the long-backed Miss Maud Callowgas. Afternoons of reading and song, too, supplied by Marshall Wace. Carteret felt self-reproachful, yet knew his charity too often threatened to stop short of the young man Wace though the beggar had a voice to draw tears from a stone, plague him!
The rich baritone voice, vibrant with apparent passion, swept out through the open windows, across the glittering garden. Miss Maud Callowgas, walking along that portion of the esplanade immediately in front of the hotel, paused in the grilling sunshine to listen. Heaven upon earth seemed to open before her pale, white-lashed eyes.
Oh! nothing could be unkinder than to whitewash them. Take Mrs. Callowgas, for instance, with one eye on the Church, the other on the world. The permanent inconsistency of her attitude, as I may say her permanent squint, gives her a certain cachet without which she'd be a positive blank.
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