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I dare say the sight of you will appease the bees and restore her to sanity." "I will if I possibly can," returned Philippa doubtfully. "But you know, I do not like to go very far in case Francis might ask for me. Could you not come and see me?" Isabella hesitated. "I do not think I will come to Bessacre unless you really want me for anything particular, I mean.
Nor did Isabella Vernon say a word to betray the fact that she had spent the whole of the previous day in precisely her present position, having carefully chosen a point of vantage from which any one coming along the road from Bessacre could not by any means fail to be visible to her. She scrambled to her feet. "I am so pleased to see you," she said.
When I was a girl, scarcely more than a child, I came to live with an aunt in Bessacre village. My mother was dead, and my father, who was one of those delightful but utterly unpractical people that the world calls rolling stones, was seldom or never in England. "My aunt was a woman rather hard to describe.
It must have been a dull time for you, but we'll make up for it all by and by." "You mustn't think of anything except getting well again," she said. "You will stay here?" he asked, with a note of anxiety in his voice. "The doctor said I might stay a few minutes." "I don't mean that I mean, you will stay at Bessacre." "Certainly I will stay just as long as you want me," she answered quickly.
As Philippa entered the hall of Bessacre High House the butler met her. "Dr. Gale is here, miss," he said. "He wished me to say that he would be glad to speak to you when you came in." "Certainly," she replied. "Where is the doctor?" "In the library, miss. This way." He conducted her to the door of the room and announced her.
They were paying the long-talked-of visit to Bessmoor, and Philippa, who had before now explored most of the roads near Bessacre, had chosen this unfrequented lane in preference to the usual road which led through the village; partly because of its beauty, and partly because she had no wish that they should meet Isabella Vernon, who so often walked upon the upper part of the moor.
It was an expression which had been very frequently on her mother's lips, as it is on the lips of so many people now-a-days. It may mean so many things. To Lady Lawson it meant a succession of social gaieties. Well, she thought with thankfulness, these were hardly to be expected at Bessacre. Marion had expressly stated that Philippa must not look forward to anything of the kind.
There is a pitiful story attached to violets at Bessacre, but that again must wait until to-morrow. Now I must fly. I have only got twenty minutes to dress in, and Bill will be raging." Philippa's maid had already unpacked, and she now quickly and deftly assisted her to dress.
"Supposing we sit here for a little while," suggested Philippa. In the centre of the house the corridor widened into a square apartment known as the Guard Room, and tradition stated that the soldiers had here kept watch to ensure the safety of their sovereign, who had occupied a room close by, on the occasion of her famous visit to Bessacre High House.
Marion had gone with the big soldier husband whose mere presence in the house would, the girl felt, have been an assurance of security, of sanity. Violets! What had Marion said? "There is a sad story attached to violets at Bessacre." But she had not told her what it was. Why had she left her? And then she remembered the earlier events of the evening Dickie his illness the telegram.
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