United States or Djibouti ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
He need only say that I have made the necessary inquiries, after being informed of the circumstances by you, and that I have communicated the favorable result to Mr. Romayne." "It's easy enough to write the letter, my dear. But it's not so easy to say what Major Hynd may think of you." "Does it matter to me what Major Hynd thinks?" Lady Loring looked at Stella with a malicious smile.
At the door of their house they came upon Nora sitting in the moonlight. "Did you meet Ernest and Mr. Romayne?" she inquired. "They've only gone five minutes or so. They walked down with us." "No, we did not meet them." "You must be tired after the wild excitement of the day, Mother," said Nora. "I think you had better go at once to bed. As for me, I am going for a swim."
The satisfaction in her voice and look were in sharp contrast to the look of dismay and shame that covered the burning face of her sister. From English the voice passed into German, apparently no less vigorous or threatening. "That's better," said Nora with a wicked glance at Romayne. "You see he is talking to some one of his own people. They understand that.
The object was to obtain your signature to a codicil, which had been considered a necessary addition to secure the validity of the will. Are you favoring me with your attention, sir?" Romayne answered by a slight bending of his head. His eyes were fixed on the boy still absorbed in throwing his sticks, one by one, into the fire.
Stella remained impenetrable to persuasion. "I have only been introduced to Mr. Romayne half an hour since," she said. "I am not vain enough to suppose that I can produce a favorable impression on any one in so short a time." She had expressed, in other words, Romayne's own idea of himself, in speaking of her to Lord Loring. He was struck by the coincidence.
"To Rome." Romayne understood the true meaning of that brief reply. A vague sense of dismay began to rise in his mind. While he was still tortured by doubt, it seemed as if Father Benwell had, by some inscrutable process of prevision, planned out his future beforehand. Had the priest foreseen events?
Penrose, this is not a very attractive scene to you." Having said those kind words, she paused. Penrose was looking at her confusedly, but with an expression of interest which was new to her experience of him. "Has Romayne told him?" she wondered inwardly. "It is a very beautiful scene, Miss Eyrecourt," he said, in his low quiet tones. "Did you come here with Mr. Romayne?" she asked. "Yes.
As Roman Catholics, and as old friends of Romayne, the Lorings naturally rejoiced in his conversion. But as old friends also of Romayne's wife, they were bound not to express their sentiments too openly. Feeling that any discussion of the priest's motives would probably lead to the delicate subject of the conversion, Mrs. Eyrecourt prudently determined to let the matter drop.
In that moment Romayne returned to them with the drawing in his hand. "There!" he said. "It's nothing, this time, but some children gathering flowers on the outskirts of a wood. What do you think of it?" "What I thought of the larger work," Winterfield answered. "I could look at it by the hour together." He consulted his watch.
She felt a vague forewarning of what had happened. Mrs. Eyrecourt proceeded to enlighten her, as an appropriate expression of gratitude. "We are indeed indebted to Father Benwell, my dear. He has been most considerate and kind " Romayne interrupted her without ceremony. "Favor me," he said, addressing his wife, "by inducing Mrs. Eyrecourt to continue her narrative in some other room."
Word Of The Day