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Margaret France came up with beautiful soft eyes and a beautiful soft voice. She spoke wise, tender words. You were to come away it was better so. It would add to your friends' distress if you were ill. You were wet, cold. You were to be sensible and come home. Darsie looked at her thoughtfully for a long moment.
Darsie's head turned round; and it was perhaps well that Redgauntlet called on him to sit down, as even that movement served to hide his confusion. There is an old song which says when ladies are willing, A man can but look like a fool; And on the same principle Darsie Latimer's looks at this unexpected frankness of reception, would have formed an admirable vignette for illustrating the passage.
The command was sudden, and surprised Latimer, whose confusion was increased by the perfect ease and frankness with which Lilias offered at once her cheek and her hand, and pressing his as she rather took it than gave her own, said very frankly, 'Dearest Darsie, how rejoiced I am that our uncle has at last permitted us to become acquainted!
I apologise in dust and ashes, but please if you will be very noble never speak of it again!" She reached the door once more, was about to make a bolt for the staircase, when Lady Hayes's voice called to her to return "Darsie?" "Yes!" "Come here, child!" The thin hand was held out to meet hers, the kind old eyes looked wonderfully soft and tender.
Mumps in the Christmas holidays! Isolation for the victim for days, even weeks; the risk of infection for others; the terrible, unthinkable possibility of "missing a term"! Mrs Vernon came nobly to the rescue, and invited Darsie to spend the remainder of the holidays under her roof, since, with a Tripos in prospect, every precaution must be taken against infection.
The cramp of loneliness had loosened from her heart; the depression had vanished; a marvellous new interest had entered into her life; she was filled with a beatific content. "I'll remember! I'll be proud to remember. But I don't understand!" "I don't understand myself," said Dan simply. "I only know it is true. So don't get low, Darsie, and don't be discouraged.
"He wouldn't have you!" the three boys piped; even Tim, who plainly was talking of matters he could not understand, added his note to the chorus, but Darsie cocked her little head, and added eagerly "Couldn't you, really? What could you, do you think?" Clemence stared again, more rapt than ever. "Lancelot, perhaps," she opined, "or Sigismund. Everard's nice too, or Ronald or Guy " "Bah! Sugary.
"He saved my life, anyway, when I was a youngster, and very nearly drowned myself, paddling up a mill-stream. There's no want of spirit about Ralph. Life has been made too easy for him, that's the mischief!" said Darsie in her most elderly and judicial manner. "It's difficult to keep to the grind when you know that you will never need to work. He needs an object in life.
In Ralph's lifetime his friendship had brought Darsie as much pain as joy, and, though death had wiped away all but tender recollections, even in this hour of grief and shock she did not delude herself that she sorrowed for him with the deepest sorrow of all. The anxious, pitiful affection which she had felt for the man who leaned so heavily upon her was more that of a sister than a wife.
Darsie, unprepared to answer an appeal urged with so much passion, and not doubting a direct refusal would cost him his liberty or life, was again silent. 'I see, said his uncle, in a more composed tone, 'that it is not deficiency of spirit, but the grovelling habits of a confined education, among the poor-spirited class you were condemned to herd with, that keeps you silent.
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