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He is pleased when he sees me." This went to Lucy's heart. "And so are we all," she said; "but you will not let me see you. I am often alone, too. If you will come and and give me your company " Bice gave her a wistful look; then shook her head. "I know you do not wish for us here; and why should you?" she said. "My dear!" cried Lucy in alarm, with a glance at the woman who stood by, all ears.
"You have a great many ideas," said Bice; "you are clever you know a number of things; but you are not so amusing, and you are not so good-natured. You scold me; and you say another, a friend, is an ass " "He was never any friend of mine," said Jock, with a hot flush of anger. "That fellow! I never had anything to say to him."
Oh no! that was impossible. I said to myself she shall come to that generous England, and my old friends there will not refuse to take my Bice by the hand." "Oh no; I am sure not," said the Duchess.
That it should all be going on under her roof was terrible to her, though it was not for Montjoie but for Bice that her anxieties were awakened. She followed the Contessa upstairs, bearing her candle as if they formed part of a procession, with a countenance absolutely opposed in expression to the smiles of Madame di Forno-Populo.
All that had offended Lucy's instincts, the dramatic effort of the Contessa, the careful preparation of all the effects, the singling out of young Montjoie as the object, all seemed to melt away in the girlish delight of Bice, and the sympathetic triumph of her guardian. She did not know what to say to them.
"I understand dimly," he said; "they have told you Bice was my child. I wish it were so. I had a child, Lucy, it is true, who is dead in Florence long ago. The mother is dead too, long ago. It is so long past that, if you can believe it, I had forgotten." "Dead!" she said. And there came into her mild eyes a scared and frightened look. "And the Contessa?" "The Contessa!" he cried.
He was so little flattered that never during all these days and nights had he once been allowed to repeat the performance upon which he prided himself, and with which he had followed up the singing of the Contessa and Bice at the Hall.
It is not Milady who says this, it is in the Tauchnitz. It is the English way. Supposing," said Bice, "that I remain as I am? Something will have to be done with me. Put me, then, as a governess in a great family where there is a son who is a great nobleman, or very rich; and you shall see it will so happen, though I never should be beautiful at all."
She even put herself in Lucy's place, and asked herself how she could bear this or that. She would not oppose or overwhelm the probable benefactress to whom she, or at least Bice, might afterwards owe so much. When Sir Tom approached her chair in the evening when he came in after dinner, as he always did, she made room for him on the sofa beside her.
There the writer paused, and the next date is 'Christmas Day, 1868. 'My dearest Sisters, What a happy happy day! At 12.5 A.M. I was awoke by a party of some twenty Melanesians, headed by Mr. Bice, singing Christmas carols at my bedroom door. It is a glass window, opening on to the verandah. How delightful it was!
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