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She had dreamed dreams, but had asked no questions. She asked them now. "Was she so very beautiful Lady Forcus?" Not to say strictly beautiful; which had surprised them all, Francis having ever been a beauty lover. She had what was called a dear face. And such manners! Such a dignity! Such an air of high-breeding! "I used to say to myself, 'Small wonder that Francis is your slave." "And was he?"

Deleah's eyes, staring into his, dilated, her face grew whiter than his own. "I don't know what you can mean," she said. "Sir Francis Forcus and me? Me! Me! Deleah Day!" She whispered the words in a kind of awe. Almost there seemed sacrilege in them. "Why not? Why not?" "I think you must be mad, Mr. Gibbon." "I am. I often am. Quite mad. Mad with love of you." "Oh!" "Why do you sigh like that?"

When the "half" arrived, and the ten minutes in which the audience is permitted to stretch its legs and crane its neck, and acknowledge the presence of its acquaintance, behold the younger Forcus eagerly recognising the sisters, and bowing in response to Miss Bessie's delighted smiles and nods. "Oh, what a pretty girl!" a woman's voice said.

The hour, especially, which brought the meal over which they need not hurry for any evening work; in the room made sweet with flowers; in the company of the three charming ladies; on the table the extra delicacies Emily always provided for the occasion. Boult! Forcus! The two men whom, least on earth, he desired to see there.

I went to look at it this morning, after Miss Forcus had been speaking of her. A white marble angel with a heavenly face stands above the grave looking upwards, a lily in her hand. Do you know what I felt, mama. I felt I would die if I could give her back to him." "Deleah!"

Is young Forcus, who is always hanging about the place, making love to my girl or is he not?" "He has certainly paid her attention." "Is he engaged to her?" "Bessie considers herself engaged. But as I tell Bessie " "I don't want that. What you think, or what you tell Bessie. I want facts to go upon. Without facts you can't expect me to act." "I really do not wish you to act, William."

She could only sit silent and miserable, and let them talk. Even Mr. Gibbon, usually so preoccupied and silent now, talked. He said that he supposed Sir Francis Forcus called hisself a gentleman, but that he, the Manchester man, had always had his doubts on the subject, and that one day he hoped for the opportunity of telling him that he was a snob.

"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 divined the sore feeling in his mind and hastened to bring the balm: "Reggie Forcus might have millions where he will have thousands and the more he had the less likely would he be to affect any of us. He has been here this afternoon, and if he remembers he may come again. But that is simply the whim of an idle young man who at the moment can think of nothing more amusing to do."

"Nowhere, in particular. To walk part of the way home with that poor little girl." "Stop here, will you? I want you." Sir Francis Forcus was not going to allow his brother to be seen in the streets of Brockenham with any member of Mr. William Day's family, that morning. Sour Misfortune Mrs.