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August nodded brightly, and with German carefully adjusted to Agatha's capacity, and with now and then a word or phrase of English, he conveyed that before she and her Herr Father had appeared, there had been in Weimar another American Fraulein with her Frau Mother; they had not indeed staid in that hotel, but had several times supped there with the young Herr Bornahmee, who was occupying that room before her Herr Father.
Elsie was old beyond her years, and had been quick to understand the true position of affairs; but Maud hardly knew which was more painful Agatha's tactless speeches, or the other's undisguised commiseration. It was a relief to turn to Lilias and meet her lovely eyes, guilelessly free from any feeling but her own happiness.
Her quick smile was, as a rule, provocative, and never chilled one as Agatha's quiet glances sometimes did. "Sally," he said, "you've grown prettier than ever." The girl turned partly round towards him with a slow, sinuous movement that he found seductively graceful. "Now," she said, "you oughtn't to say those things to me." Hawtrey laughed; he was usually sure of his ground with Sally.
It was not often that Agatha's composure broke down. "Don't wait," she added, "you had better go in this minute. Allen has been arguing with him the last half-hour, and can't get any sense into him. It seems to me the man's crazy; but he might, perhaps, listen to you." "I think that is scarcely likely," replied Agatha. Mrs. Hastings made a sign of impatience. "Then," she rejoined, "it's a pity.
"But, my dear Simon, she used to act in a circus with a horse!" "I fail to see," said I, growing angry, "how the horse could have imbued her with depravity, and I'm given to understand that the tone of the circus is not quite what it used to be in the days of the Empress Theodora." A ripple passed over Agatha's bare shoulders, which I knew to be a suppressed shrug.
On the following Wednesday Aunt Julia arrived. Mrs Mannering-Phipps, my aunt Julia, is, I think, the most dignified person I know. She lacks Aunt Agatha's punch, but in a quiet way she has always contrived to make me feel, from boyhood up, that I was a poor worm. Not that she harries me like Aunt Agatha.
"I've only three and fourpence in the world, and it's mother's birthday next month, and Aunt May's and granny's the month after that, and Agatha's next week." "Don't count me! I'm as poor as Job myself, but my old yellow sash will wash and make into sachets, and I'll cut the crushed parts out of hair ribbons, and use the ends for needlebooks.
There was no resource; and even while Agatha's spirit was rather restive under the coercion, she could not but acknowledge the pleasantness with which it was enforced. "Well, I'll go with you, but I hereby declare rebellion. I will not have that miserable nutshell of a house," said she, laughing.
When I got an opportunity I hunted up Agatha's autograph, which had the front page all to itself, and, copying her prim handwriting as well as I could, I inserted above it the following Thibetan fragment: That Agatha would get on to a yak in company with a lover even in the comparative seclusion of Thibet is unthinkable.
But Agatha's New England spirit was as sharp as the frost, and it travelled to him through solid house-walls and across the intervening hundred yards. Then he became aware that despite his will he had thrown the cigar away. This brought him an awful vision. He saw himself going out in the frost to the woodshed to smoke.
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