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No offence, my dear, no offence," he added hastily, glancing at his wife. Letty glanced at George, and put up a handkerchief to hide her own merriment. Mrs. Watton looked impatient. "Plenty of English Cabinet Ministers have been led by women before now," she said drily; "and no blame to them or anybody else. Only in the old days you knew where you were.
"Very well," answered Miss Marston, with what to Helmer seemed indifference. "Ah!" he said, with a look of knowingness, "you girls don't see each other with the same eyes as we. I grant Letty is not very tall, and I grant she has not much of a complexion; but where did you ever see such eyes?" "You must excuse me, Mr.
Her pride and mauvaise honte together made both voice and manner particularly unattractive. Letty was seized with the same temper that little boys show towards flies. "Of course I am delighted!" she said indifferently. "It's so nice and good to have one's things made at home. Your nurse must be a treasure."
Letty went back to 'Pilgrim's Progress. Her sister Jessie enjoyed the sound of her own voice, and did not offer to surrender the book, so she sat by little Eva's side and resumed her Sunday face. Adela took the road for the Manor, resisting the impulse to cast glances on either side as she passed the houses at the end of the village.
Lord Maxwell, indeed, had just entered the dining-room in search of his wife, and he and she now left it together, while the rest of the Leven party gradually dispersed. Letty also announced that she must go home. "Let me just go back into the House and see what is going on," said George. "Ten to one I sha'n't be wanted, and I could see you home."
But the clerical position had not been forthcoming, either for Letty or her, and day by day their little hoard dwindled, though the room rent remained normal and the stove consumed coal with undiminished voracity. And it was a slim little hoard by now. "There's Max Irwin," Letty said, talking it over. "He's a journalist with a national reputation. Go and see him, Ed.
They're buried out there on the hill where he'll be buried. "There's some old soldiers down the West Slope towards Beaver River. They'll want to take charge, I suppose. The funeral must be on Monday," she went on rapidly, sketching in the programme. "We have a preacher if we can get one. But when we can't my sister Letty here sings something."
You would be quite welcome." But as he spoke he knew that he was talking absurdly, and that Letty had reason for her laugh. "Thank you! Lady Maxwell made it quite plain to me at Castle Luton that she didn't want my acquaintance. I certainly sha'n't force myself upon her any more.
Then Letty found a cloak that had been sent for being drawn round her shoulders, and was coaxed to put on her hat. In another minute she was in the Maxwells' brougham, with her hand clasped in Marcella's. "They will want me to sit up," she said, dashing an irrelevant tear from her eyes, as they drove away. "I am so tired and I hate illness!" "Very likely they won't let you see her to-night.
He made her a little awkward bow not much more than a nod, and turned to the door. He had it half open, and not yet could Mary speak. For Letty, she was fast asleep. From the top of the stair came the voice of Ann, screaming: "Here's your hat, Joe. I knew you'd be going when you played that. You'd have forgotten it, I know!" Mary heard the hat come tumbling down the stair.
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