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When he had done so they continued to look at each other without speaking, after the manner of old friends possessed of occult means of communication; and as the result of this inward colloquy Mr. Langhope at length said: "Well, what do you make of it?"
If we had to leave The Rigs and Bella Bathgate I simply don't know what we'd do." "We could easy get a hoose wi' mair conveniences" Mrs. M'Cosh reminded her. She had laid down the tray again and stood with her hands on her hips and her head on one side, deeply interested "Thae wee new villas in the Langhope Road are a fair treat, wi' a pantry aff the dining-room an' hot and cold everywhere."
She had sent it without a word saying to herself that pity for his situation made it possible to ignore his baseness. And the days went on as before. She was not conscious of any change, save in the heightened, almost artificial quality of her happiness, till one day in March, when Mr. Langhope announced that he was going for two or three weeks to a friend's shooting-box in the south.
"John," she said from the threshold. He was just seating himself at his desk, but he turned to her with an obvious effort at kindness which made the set look of his face the more marked. She closed the door and went up to him. "If you write that to Mr. Langhope Dr. Wyant will will tell him," she said. "Yes we must be prepared for that."
"Another begging letter, I suppose," said Amherst, turning into the drawing-room, where Mr. Langhope and Cicely awaited them; and Justine, carelessly pushing the envelope into her muff, murmured "I suppose so" as she followed him.
"I know what you might say don't you suppose I've said it to myself a million times? But I didn't know I couldn't imagine " She interrupted him with a rapid movement. "What do you know now?" "What you promised Langhope " She turned her startled eyes on him, and he saw the blood run flame-like under her skin. "But he promised not to speak!" she cried. "He hasn't to me.
Amherst, to whom the imparting of good news was always an irresistible temptation. Mrs. Dressel's interest deepened at once. "Really? Mr. Langhope too?" "Yes. It's a great pleasure to my son." "It must be! I'm so glad. I suppose in a way it will be rather sad for Mr. Langhope seeing everything here so unchanged " Mrs. Amherst straightened herself a little.
Langhope interjected, replying first to her parenthesis, "how a woman of your good sense stumbled on that idea of hunting up the mother !" but Mrs.
Mr. Langhope brought out with emphasis. Mrs. Ansell drew a deep sigh which made him add accusingly: "I believe you're actually sorry!" "Sorry?" She raised her eye-brows with a slight smile. "Should one not always be sorry to know there's a little less love and a little more hate in the world?" "You'll be asking me not to hate her next!" She still continued to smile on him.
"Bessy has not told me," she said. "Ah " the older woman rejoined, looking also toward the gardens, as if to intercept Miss Brent's glance in its flight. The latter stood still a moment, with the appearance of not wishing to evade whatever else her companion might have to say; then she moved away, entering the house by one window just as Mr. Langhope emerged from it by another.
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