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Afterwards Jane Gray, looking like a trousered ghost in her outdoor sleeping garments, crept into my study and interrupted the work I was trying to make up. "Oh, Miss Jenkins," she whispered mysteriously, "I've just thought it all out a way to make everybody happy, I mean. It's a grand idea. She has the mares and anners of a duchess and so has he." Excitement invariably twisted Jane's tongue.
It released Jane's tongue, but she could not lift her eyes. "To kill the man who persuaded Milly Erne to abandon her home and her husband and her God!" With wonderful distinctness Jane Withersteen heard her own clear voice. She heard the water murmur at her feet and flow on to the sea; she heard the rushing of all the waters in the world.
"I hope none of your girls will marry young, Jane. Gabriella must be a warning to them and to clear little Fanny." "But you married young, mother, and so did I," replied Jane, a trifle tartly. For some incommunicable reason Jane's sweetness had become decidedly prickly.
A wife must come second to that if she would be first in her husband's consideration. Hurrah me on, Philip, now it is action, and let me fancy I hear you shouting it. The drop of the letter to the signature fluttered affectionately on a number of cordial adjectives, like the airy bird to his home in the corn. Jane's face was clear as the sky when she handed the letter back to Philip.
Her mother had from the first suspected that he possessed money, seeing that he paid, with very little demur, the sum she demanded for Jane's board and lodging. True, he went to live in poor lodgings, but that was doubtless a personal eccentricity.
"I was there," Jane replied, gently eating on and on. William could come and William could go, but Jane's alimentary canal went on forever. "You were where, Jane?" "At the Parchers'." "Oh, I see." "Yesterday afternoon," said Jane, "when Miss Parcher had the Sunday-school class for lemonade and cookies." "Did you hear Miss Parcher say " "No'm," said Jane. "I ate too many cookies, I guess, maybe.
What is more, he put them into a first-class carriage which was empty, and bade them lie down and never give anything a thought till they found themselves in London. "Do you think Jesus the Guide is doing all this for us?" asked Cecile in a whisper, with her arms very tight around Jane's neck. "Yes, darling, 'tis all along His doing."
My papa put some burnt cork on his face in the Knights er Pythi's minstrels and I know where we can get some to make us black; you go get Miss Minerva's ink bottle too, that'll help some, and get some matches, and I'll go get the cork and we can go to Sarah Jane's house and make usselfs black." "I ain't never promise not to black up and go down to the depot," said Billy waveringly.
"It is worth coming for," said the Colonel, at last. "There is your home see?" "Oh, yes! It looks like a castle in a forest." And then when joy was uppermost Aunt Jane's threat crowded in. Polly's eyes wandered from the "castle" in the direction of the home she dreaded. Colonel Gresham noted the sudden shadow on the bright face, and took up the reins.
And now, while Harley L'Estrange, frantic with the news that Nora had left Lady Jane's roof, and purposely misled into wrong directions, was seeking to trace her refuge in vain, now Egerton, in an assumed name, in a remote quarter, far from the clubs, in which his word was oracular, far from the pursuits, whether of pastime or toil, that had hitherto engrossed his active mind, gave himself up, with wonder at his own surrender, to the only vision of fairyland that ever weighs down the watchful eyelids of hard ambition.
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