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Updated: June 11, 2025
I shall go and see Beatrice as usual tomorrow. I may be at liberty to tell you after that, though probably not for a few days. Mr. Athel looked annoyed. 'I hope this is not of your doing, he said. 'They tell me the girl is causing them a good deal of anxiety. For the last few days she has been sitting alone, scarcely touching food, and refusing to speak to anyone.
The others have just got home; Mr. Athel had a letter from London this morning. The little girls send you a message; I believe you will find the letter enclosed. At the mention of the twins, the slightest smile came upon Emily's lips. 'You are fond of them, I see, said the lady. 'That they ire fond of you, needs no telling. Oh, and Clara writes from Germany to ask if she may write to you yet.
This was the famous tree called by the natives Athel, of which old legends say that it used to be a favorite evergreen much cultivated and prized by the Babylonian nobility, who loving its pleasant shade, spared no pains to make it grow in their hanging gardens and spacious courts, though its nature was altogether foreign to the soil.
In the room you might have heard now and then a deep sigh, such sigh as comes from a soul overcharged. Mrs. Baxendale allowed one day to intervene, then came again. She did not directly speak of Wilfrid, and only when she sat in significant silence, Emily said: 'To-morrow I shall go downstairs. Will you ask Mr. Athel to come and see me? 'Gladly I will. At what hour shall he come?
'Why don't you reply? Why don't you speak? 'Because, Mr. Athel, it is surely needless to say that I have no such thought. 'No, it is not needless; and even now you speak in a way which troubles me. Do not look away from me. What has my aunt told you about me? She turned her face to him. Her self-command was so complete that not a throb of her leaping heart betrayed itself in vein or muscle.
It seemed frivolous to speak thanks. Wilfrid gazed out into the dark of the garden; Emily kept her eyes bent downward. She heard the rustle of Beatrice's dress near her. Mr. Athel began to speak of the piece the sound of Beatrice's voice replying caused Emily at length to look up, and she met the dark eyes, still large with the joy of song.
Luke's. She was mistaken, though Beatrice had in truth been diligent at such services of late. 'Now there, she added, 'is a kind of infatuation I find it difficult even to understand. How can a girl of her sense and education waste her time in that way? Don't think I have no religious belief, Mr. Athel; I'm not strong-minded enough for that.
Wilfrid? The governess was mentioned to her by name; Beatrice looked at her steadfastly for a moment. 'But how have you got here? inquired Mrs. Rossall. 'You must have left London at an unheard-of hour; and how have yen come from Dealing? 'Clearly she has walked, said Mr. Athel. 'Don't you see the spoils of her progress? 'Oh yes, I have walked, replied the girl.
His father felt he could be of no use, and Mrs. Rossall found a difficulty in approaching her nephew under such circumstances. 'You will telegraph? Mr. Athel said, at the station, by way of expressing himself sympathetically. The train moved away; and the long, miserable hours of travelling had to be lived through.
What distresses me is the personal recklessness of the step. 'Perhaps that is not so great as it appears, put in Mrs. Baxendale, quietly. 'You defend him? exclaimed Mrs. Birks. 'I'm not sure that I should do so, but I want to explain how Beatrice regards it. 'She defends him? cried Mr. Athel. 'Yes, she does.
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