Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
Really, Adela, you must remember that a girl of your age has to be mindful of her self-respect. In Wanley you can't escape notice; besides 'Let me explain, mother. Adela's voice was made firm by the suggestion that she had behaved unbecomingly. 'I went to Letty first of all to tell her of a difficulty I was in. Yesterday afternoon I happened to meet Mr.
Trotman gladly approved of Lady Adela's intention of sleeping in the house in case of any sudden collapse; and the servants, who were not to let Lady Northmoor know, evidently felt this a great relief. 'Yes, it is a comfort to think some one will be within that poor thing's reach, said Bertha, as they went back together, 'and, if you can bear it, you are the right person.
'I have no reason to think it was not well done, replied Mr. Westlake with reserve. 'Most skilfully done, no doubt, rejoined the lady. But at the end of the year, the Westlakes returned to London, the Boscobels shortly after. Mrs. Waltham and her daughter had made no other close connections, and Adela's health alone allowed of her leaving the house for a short drive on sunny days.
She also had a blue cloth suit with brass buttons, a stick-up collar like a gentleman's, a necktie arranged in a sailor's knot, a golden pin in the shape of a little lawn-tennis racket, and pearl-grey gloves with big black stitchings. Adela's second impression was that she was an actress, and her third that no such person had ever before crossed that threshold.
For it was Adela's habit to snatch up the flaxen little maiden, seat her upon her shoulder, and trot merrily round a circular path in the garden. But the sister next in age, whose thirteenth year had developed deep convictions, interposed sharply 'Eva, don't be naughty! Isn't it Sunday?
'Oh yes, she calls, and shakes hands, and all that, but one never seems to get on with her. And Emily Trotman, she's the doctor's daughter, such a darling, told me such a history so interesting! 'Tell me, Ida, there's a dear. Morton, Lady Adela's husband, you know, and Miss Bertha always racing and hunting and gambling and in debt.
"Do you know, your people were awfully good to me," this long, lank, lazy-looking man went on but now he seemed more interested than when talking about Lady Adela's novel. "I never spent a more delightful evening never. I wonder they did not turn me out, though; for I stayed and stayed, and never noticed how late it was getting.
"Fletcher's been telling me," he whispered into her ear. "Adela's gone to bed. It's quite all right, little 'un, is it? You're not sorry?" She caught the anxiety in the words as she clung to him. "I don't think so," she whispered back. "Only I I'm rather frightened, Jack." "There's no need, darling," said Jack, and kissed her very tenderly. "He's a good fellow the best of fellows.
"What! am I at all at all in the remotest degree like that creature we have got rid of?" The negative was not decisively enunciated or immediate; that is, it did not come with the vehemence and volume that could alone have satisfied Adela's expectation. The "We are all of one family" was an offensive truism, of which Adela might justly complain.
"Lady Pryme, we make place for you." And she crossed to Cornelia. Cornelia kept her eyes fixed on Adela's mouth, as one looks at a place whence a venomous reptile has darted out. Her eyelids shut, and she stood a white sculpture of pain, pitiable to see. Emilia took her hand, encouraging the tightening fingers with a responsive pressure.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking