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As the canoeing at this point was not at all difficult, her utmost efforts could not keep her abreast of the travellers. Truth to tell May-may-gwán herself did not appear to consider that she was hardly used. Indeed she let her hair down about her face, took off the brilliant bits of color that had adorned her garments, and assumed the regulation downcast attitude of a penitent.
"Do you recollect ever meeting a French gentleman named Monsieur Suzor?" I asked her presently. Instantly she exchanged glances with the woman Alford. "No," was her slow reply, her eyes again downcast. "I have no knowledge of any such man." It was upon the tip of my tongue to point out that they had met that mysterious Frenchman in Kensington Gardens, but I hesitated.
'In that case, what do you complain of now? almost broke from my lips, ... but I restrained myself. 'Do you consider that the result of the fourteenth of December was such as to encourage other such attempts? I said aloud. Musa frowned. 'It is no good talking to you about it, was what I read in her downcast face. 'Is Paramon Semyonitch very seriously compromised? I ventured to ask her.
The "fair deceiver," to whom the bone of contention had belonged, soon made her appearance with downcast looks, humbly entreating payment for her furs, and I paid her the full amount, after lecturing her severely on the treachery of her conduct in doing "what she willed with her own."
The countess said nothing; she stood with downcast eyes. Her cheek had paled, and her lips were firmly compressed together. Suddenly she rallied and said, with a careless laugh "I wager that the empress and her ladies made some amiable commentary on the emperor's words. Come, tell me, what said the empress?" "If you command me, countess, I will tell you.
"Did the German song suit, Miss March?" inquired Mr. Brooke, breaking an awkward pause. "Oh, yes! It was very sweet, and I'm much obliged to whoever translated it for me." And Meg's downcast face brightened as she spoke. "Don't you read German?" asked Miss Kate with a look of surprise. "Not very well.
Miriam's amazement silenced her. She stood back from the mirror. She could not look into it until Harriett had gone. The phrases she had just heard rang in her head without meaning. But she knew she would remember all of them. She went on doing her hair with downcast eyes.
Old Roland was very eager about this, to impress the voyagers on board the Lorraine, no doubt, and he rose in haste. "Good-bye, my boy." He kissed Pierre on the whiskers and then opened the door. Mme. Roland had not stirred, but sat with downcast eyes, very pale. Her husband touched her arm. "Come," he said, "we must make haste, we have not a minute to spare."
No entreaty was worth a straw after that. She was puzzled how to answer. "Papa," she ventured, "I don't like to tell you, because Ransom would not like I should." "Ransom's pleasure must give way to mine, Daisy." "He wanted the pony-chaise," said Daisy, looking very downcast. "And you gave it him?" "No, sir." "What then? Daisy," said Mr.
Special events, that from time to time had a direct adverse influence upon his work, developed this state of mind rapidly and profoundly. The inevitable recall of Dr. Roberts, already described, is a case in point, and the diary at that season contains entries like these: 'April 26, 1888. These last days have been full of blessing and peace in my own soul. 'May 7. Downcast day. No one to prayer.
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