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At breakfast next morning Marcella announced that she would be from home the whole day; she might return in time for dinner, but it was uncertain. Her brother asked no questions, but said that he would lunch in town. About ten o'clock a cab was summoned, and Marcella, without leave-taking, drove away.
Her father, as might have been expected, had been very tired and comatose all day. Her mother was with him; the London nurse was to sit up, and Marcella felt herself forlorn and superfluous. Suddenly, in the silence of the house, she heard the front-door bell ring. There was a step in the hall she sprang up the door opened, and William, with fluttered emphasis, announced "Lord Maxwell!"
"Tell me the names again, dear lady" she bent forward, and laid her hand affectionately on Mrs. Allison's knee. "Your parties are always a work of art." Mrs. Allison flushed a little, as though she liked the compliment, and ran laughingly through the names. "Lord and Lady Maxwell." "Ah!" said Marcella, "the least said about them the soonest mended. Go on." "Lord and Lady Cathedine."
The smile of satisfied vanity, of stimulated ambition, was on his lips; and his good-humour inclined him more than ever to Marcella, and the pleasure of a woman's company. He passed with ease from triumph to homage; his talk now audacious, now confiding, offered her a deference, a flattery, to which, as he was fully conscious, the events of the evening had lent a new prestige.
It's a crackly thing like a cheque " "Oh, do stop talking nonsense," cried Louis, suddenly desperate when faced with a problem. "Marcella, what are we going to do? Oh, why did I spend that money? Why were you such a fool as to pay it back to Fred? He's drunk it all by now. It did him no good, and think how useful it would have been to us!" "Don't be so idiotic!
He knew very well that he would never have thought of making love to Marcella: if she had not taken things into her own hands, they would have parted in Sydney, necessary as he considered her to his well being, much as he liked to be near her. He had, even through his self-satisfied alcohol dream, seen her disgusted looks at Naples when he had spoken to her.
Meet me in a few years, and tell me the story of the interval. 'I will engage to do that, Marcella. 'You will? But not to tell me the truth. You will not dare to tell the truth. 'Why not? he asked, indifferently. 'Decidedly I shall owe it you in return for your frankness to-day. Till then good-bye.
They get a loand off of the Gov'ment for tools and seeds and stock, but they've got to clear the land within three years, I think it is. Hard work, chum." Marcella and Louis looked at each other with shining eyes. "That's the place for us, old lady!" he said. "I've done clearing in New Zealand, and gorse grubbing.
Jimmy was the only happy person on board, loading his train with chocolates and unloading them into his mouth after a tortuous trip along the dining table amongst glasses, knives and forks. It was the longest day Marcella had ever known; as the swift twilight passed, the passengers came aboard damp and damped; most of them were grumbling; all looked thoroughly pessimistic about Australia.
King would think she was raving mad to run away into the Bush with an unborn child. "I hope you'll be happy, kid," she said, as they talked over plans. "But I doubt it, with him. You want more than I do " "I want everything," said Marcella, decidedly. "I don't care so long's my back isn't too bad, and he scrubs down for me, and I can pay my way.
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