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Emily, you shall have a guess; who is it who sends the flowers, and the books and the birds in the cages ?" "One of the masters at the school that has fell in love with you, Miss Deleah." Emily gave her opinion without hesitation, going on with her business of changing the plates. "Wrong again, Mr. Gibbon? Now, I give you a tip. Think of the least likely person in all the world."
"Show her in, please," Sir Francis said; and in a minute the door was opened and Deleah appeared. Sir Francis, the Brockenham Star depending from his left hand, bowed in his solemn fashion to the girl, and going forward turned a chair round from the writing-table, in which be indicated his desire that she should sit.
To Franky he would give languid advice about the pictures he was colouring, about the amount of cobbler's wax to affix to the skipjack he was making, about the rigging of his walnut ships. Of Deleah Deleah, who had been his pet, whom he had acknowledged openly to be his favourite child he was shy. He had been told how it had been she who had arranged the matter of his bail.
I've been wondering if you'd like to travel for a year?" Reggie sat down and stared at his brother, with a perplexed vacuity of eye. This was not at all what he had expected. He thought of Deleah in a flash. If Deleah would marry him and go with him, the very thing! "You haven't been about the world very much," the brother went on. "Neither have I, you will say. But I can't be spared.
When Deleah at last lifted her eyes and looked at him the change in his face frightened her, his breath came hard and noisily as if he had been running. Was it possible he could feel like that this quiet, inoffensive, uninteresting, middle-aged boarder, who had never appeared to feel anything particularly before? About her?
About the wife whom Sir Francis had loved and lost, who had lived for two years in this beautiful home, sitting to read, and eat, and sew, in her husband's company, walking the gardens by his side, cared for and tended and watched over by him, Deleah had dreamed many dreams. Beautiful as an angel she had pictured her, and with an angel's nature, to be so loved, so inexpressibly mourned by him.
"Oh, you're thinking of Reggie Forcus again," Deleah interrupted impatiently. "Such nonsense, Bessie!" "She thinks a lot more of him than he does of her," Franky announced, munching his bread-and-butter. Bessie got up from her place at the tea-tray and with purpose in her eyes walked round the table.
Deleah went into the house and ran upstairs with a foreboding mind. Reaching the dark landing upon which the sitting-room opened, her heart sank within her at the sound of loud weeping proceeding from that room. Her mother was dying, or dead, bemoaned by Bessie, she decided, her thoughts leaping to the worst that could befall. It was a relief to her, therefore, to see Mrs.
"And, Reggie, you are not to come to our house any more; you are never to write me letters; you are not to waylay me in the streets." "Oh, I say, Deleah! Come! You can't mean it." "I mean every word." "But can't I sometimes meet you by accident even?" "If you do I shall cut you." "And if I won't be cut?" "I shall call a policeman." She laughed, but she made him see that she was in earnest.
Gibbon?" He advanced a few steps, and stood at the table opposite her. She looked at the flowers. "You brought these?" "For you," he said, speaking thickly. "They are the only two the clematis had. If it had ten thousand they would have been for you." Deleah kept her eyes upon the flowers. She felt that she could not touch them. "You are very kind," she said.
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