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Supposing I were to take upon myself to judge what you were best fitted for, and were to claim, therefore, to decide for you what sort of life you should live, and what sort of work you should undertake ?" "I should feel every confidence in resigning myself to your able judgment," said Temperley, with a low bow. Miss Du Prel laughed.
Fred shared his sister's dislike to Henriette. "Tact!" he cried with a snort, "why a Temperley rushes in where a bull in a china-shop would fear to tread!" Algitha saw that Hubert was again by Hadria's side before the evening was out. The latter looked white, and she avoided her sister's glance. This last symptom seemed to Algitha the worst.
Look to your wriggling; that is your proper business. An animalcule that does not wriggle must be morbid or peculiar. All will tender, in different forms of varying elegance, the safe and simple admonition: 'Wriggle and be damned to you!" It was at this somewhat fevered moment, that Hubert Temperley appeared, once more, upon the scene.
Shades of brown and russet made a fine harmony with her auburn hair, and the ivory white and fresh red of her skin. She and Temperley always enjoyed a sprightly interchange of epigrams.
Hadria was surrounded by a small group, among whom were Temperley, Harold Wilkins, and Mr. Hawkesley, the brother who had been introduced to his sisters. "How very handsome Hadria is looking this afternoon," said Mrs. Gordon, "and how becoming that dark green gown is." Mrs. Fullerton smiled. "Yes, she does look her best to-day. I think she has been improving, of late, in her looks."
Heredity asserted itself, as it will do, in the midst of the fray, just when its victim seems to have shaken himself free from the mysterious obsession. But Hadria did not visibly flinch. Lady Engleton received the impression that Mrs. Temperley was too sure of her own judgment to defer even to the wisest.
That perennially aggrieved young person entered almost immediately afterwards and announced a visitor, with an air that implied "She'll stay to lunch; see if she don't, and what'll you do then? Yah!" The pronunciation of the visitor's name was such, that, for the moment, Mrs. Temperley did not recognize it as that of Miss Valeria Du Prel. She jumped up joyfully. "Ah, Valeria, this is delightful!"
The sunlight fell through the leaves on the singing tea-kettle and the cups and saucers, and made bright patches on the figures and the faces assembled round the tea-table. Hubert Temperley had again brought his friend Joseph Fleming, in the forlorn hope, he said, of being able to give him something to eat and drink. Ernest and Algitha and Fred were of the party.
Temperley went every day to town to attend to his legal business, and returned by the evening train to the bosom of his family. That family now consisted in his wife and two small boys; pretty little fellows, added Mrs. Dodge, the pride of their parents' hearts; at least, so she had heard Mr. Joseph Fleming say, and he was intimate at the Red House. Mrs. Gullick did not exactly approve of Mrs.
Hannah looked forward ardently to the end of the journey, but her charge seemed delighted with the new scene. "Have you ever been to France before, ma'am?" Hannah asked, perhaps noticing the sparkle of her employer's eye and the ring in her voice. "Yes, once; I spent a week in Paris with Mr. Temperley, and we went on afterwards to the Pyrenees. That was just before we took the Red House."
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