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And finally she was so far carried away by the privileges and the expansion of the moment as to ask him him! the last authority to be consulted on such a subject whether Geoff was delighted to hear of his little sisters. Geoff's little sisters! The thought of that boy having anything to do with them, any relationship to claim with his children clouded Warrender's face.
Warrender's is close by, and there's nobody but will be ready to show you the way; but I do hope, sir, as you haven't run away from home." "Oh no," said Geoff, with his mouth full of bread and butter, "not at all. I only came to see Theo, that is Mr. Warrender's name, you know.
He had gone several times with his mother in the carriage direct to the Warren; one time in particular, when the route was new to him, when he went clinging to her, as he always did, but she, frozen into silence, making no reply to him, leant back in Mrs. Warrender's little brougham, like a mother made of marble. Very clearly the child remembered that dreadful drive.
Thus he reasoned, growing more certain on each repetition, and packed his portmanteau. But yet he did not take Mrs. Warrender's invitation in all its fulness. There was a little salve for any possible prick of conscience in this. Instead of from Monday to Saturday, as she said, he kept to the original proposal and went from Saturday to Monday.
Warrender's case this was not, as in some cases, a tragical discovery, but it had an exasperating and oppressive character which was almost more terrible. She had been able to breathe while they were children; but when they grew up they stifled her, each with the same "host of petty maxims" which had darkened the still air from her husband's lips.
"If there is anything that can be done to-night," he said, "Quick, Lizzie, there is no time to lose, for I must leave early to-morrow for Miss Warrender's marriage." "And there's not another train leaves to-night," cried Lizzie; then she made an effort to compose herself, and a curtsy, rising from her seat.
Sometimes he felt as if he must cry out when he thought of this; but he would not say a word, he would not complain; he would bear it rather than vex mamma. When she came downstairs she was so pale. She began to walk about a little, but only with Warrender's arm. She drove out, but the babies had to be with her in the carriage; there was no room for Geoff.
Underneath all his lightest as well as his most serious occupations ran this dark and stern current. The arrival of Mrs. Warrender's note made it still darker and more urgent, carrying him away upon its tide. It was not the first letter he had received from her.
Warrender's part: but a woman cannot always be judicious, however it may hurt her. He looked at her with quick offence. "Suppose I think differently?" he said; "or suppose that it is for my own pleasure I am going, as you say, there?" "I meant no harm," said Mrs. Warrender. "I have not opposed you.
Warrender's tutor took to his bed, and was not visible for a week, after which only the most unsympathetic, not to say brutal, of his colleagues would have mentioned before him Warrender's name. However, time reconciles all things, and after a while the catastrophe was forgotten and everything was as before. But not to Warrender himself.
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