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She gloried in what she had been told or perceived of Delia Blanchflower's wilfulness, which seemed to her mother and her brother the Captain so monstrous. Only could one entirely trust anybody like Delia Blanchflower so prosperous and so good-looking?
All that was romantic in the little dressmaker's soul rose to appreciate Delia Blanchflower. So young and so self-sacrificing and looking like a picture of Saint Cecilia that hung in Miss Toogood's back room! The Movement was indeed wonderful! How it broke down class barriers, and knit all women together!
And the Captain noticed that the speaker remained entirely passive while the luggage was being collected and piled into a fly by the porters, directed by Miss Blanchflower and her maid. She stood quietly on the platform, till all was ready, and Delia beckoned to her. In the intervals the soldier tried to make conversation, but with very small success.
Winnington described the neat, little lady, fashionably Pressed and quiet mannered, who had embittered the last years of Sir Robert Blanchflower, and firmly possessed herself of his daughter. "You will see her to-morrow, at my house, when you come to tea. I carefully didn't ask her, but I am certain she will come, and Alice and I shall of course have to receive her."
"Was that so?" he laughed. "Oh, Lady Blanchflower had her veins of unreason. One had to know where to have her." "She took Greeks for barbarians my father used to say," said Delia, a little grimly. "But she was very good to me and so I was fond of her." "And she of you. But there are still tales going about do you mind? of the dances you led her.
But while he stood uncertain, Delia rose, went to the bureau where she had been writing, brought thence a cheque, and mutely offered it. "What is this?" he asked. "The money you lent me." And to his astonishment he saw that the cheque was for L500, and was signed "Delia Blanchflower." "You will of course explain?" he said, looking at her keenly. Suddenly Delia's embarrassed smile broke through.
As to the notion that such a man as Paul Lathrop could have any attraction for such a girl as Delia Blanchflower, the idea was simply preposterous, except on the general theory that no one is really sane, and every woman "is at heart a rake."
"Well, did you see Miss Blanchflower?" said the Captain, as Masham joined him on the platform, and they entered the up train together. "I did. A handsome young lady! Have you heard the news?" "No." "Your neighbor, Mr. Winnington Mark Winnington is named as her guardian under her father's will until she is twenty-five. He is also trustee, with absolute power over the property."
The speaker had risen, and standing behind Delia, she laid her hand on the waves of the girl's beautiful hair. Delia looked up. "Very well. Yes, I'll come. I've been getting depressed. I'll come at least if Weston's all right." "I'm afraid, Miss Blanchflower, this is a very serious business!" Dr. France was the speaker.
It seemed as though his heart had been touched with ice. He would have called out, but he was stupefied. After a few long minutes he saw Miss Blanchflower make a sudden movement and give both her hands to her companion. The two stood face to face, and seemed to be speaking passionately. Desborough covered his eyes, and would see no more.
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