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Muriel, who had been listening with round, wondering eyes, ran to her mother. "What does he mean, mother dear?" she asked. Elinor replied instead, laughing. "Nobody knows, Muriel. Not even he." "Now that's unkind, Nell," protested Blake; "unkind though true." The child, eyeing them for a minute in serious non-understanding, recurred with the facility of the very young to other things.
Edward Meredith has two households: a London house over which his lawful wife, Muriel, presides; and a country cottage where dwells his mistress, Margaret, with her two children. One day Muriel's automobile breaks down near Margaret's cottage, and, while the tyre is being repaired, Margaret gives her visitor tea, neither of them knowing the other.
At first sight Muriel had experienced a certain feeling of aversion to her, so marked was the likeness this child bore to the man whom she desired so passionately to shut out of her very memory. But a nearer intimacy had weakened her antipathy till very soon it had altogether disappeared.
"All's well that ends well, and Muriel is old enough to please herself. Mind you are good to her, that's all. And I wish you both every happiness." "So do I," said Bobby Fraser heartily. "And look here, you jack-in-the-box, if you're wanting a best man to push you through, I'll undertake the job. It's a capacity in which I have often made myself useful." "Right O!" laughed Nick.
"I suppose you girls know that our dear Mignon has designs on the Princess," announced Jerry Macy, with the elaborate carelessness of one who gives forth important news as the commonest every-day matter. "Mignon!" exclaimed Marjorie Dean in amazement. "I never even knew she could sing." "She thinks she can," shrugged Muriel Harding. "Goodness knows she ought to. She has studied for ages.
"Muriel will be quite strong when the warm weather comes. We have had such a severe winter. Every one of the children has suffered," said the mother, in a cheerful tone, as she poured out a cup of cream for her daughter, to whom was now given, by common consent, all the richest and rarest of the house.
He was the "doctor" and had been called to attend Muriel Elsie, Sister's best and largest doll. The children had started this new game one day. "Oh, Doctor!" fluttered Sister, much worried. "Can't you give her something?" The doctor sat down on the window-seat and considered. "You ate all the peppermints up," he told Muriel Elsie's "mother." Then he went on: "And Louise hid the box of chocolates.
We ceased to take Muriel out with us in our slow walk along John's favourite "terrace" before any one else was stirring. Her father at first missed her sorely, but always kept repeating that "early walks were not good for children." At last he gave up the walk altogether, and used to sit with her on his knee in front of the cottage till breakfast-time.
"Can I speak to you a moment?" she asked. "My dear Miss Murray! Of course!" and the Doctor turned to her at once. "What is it?" She paced with him a few steps in silence, while Muriel Chetwynd Lyle moved languidly away from the terrace and re-entered the ball-room. "What is it?" repeated Dr. Dean. "You seem distressed; come, tell me all about it!"
On a throne covered with the Union Jack, Muriel was seated, the two pugs being on footstools on either side of her to represent lions couchant. Some of the men had blackened their faces, and gave us a really very excellent Christy Minstrel entertainment, in which undreamed-of talent came to light. It is very odd and interesting how one is perpetually finding out something new about the men.
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