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Blint for the morning was doubtless already, with all the spacious harmonies re-established, taking the form of "going over" something with him, at the piano, in one of the numerous smaller rooms that were consecrated to the less gregarious uses; what she had wished had been effected her convenience had been assured.
That was what she was doing," Fanny said, "that last morning at Matcham when all of us went off and she kept the Prince and Charlotte over. She helped them simply that she might herself be helped if it wasn't perhaps, rather, with her ridiculous Mr. Blint, that HE might be.
They had risen together to come upstairs; he had been talking at the last about some of the people, at the very last of all about Lady Castledean and Mr. Blint; after which she had once more broken ground on the matter of the "type" of Gloucester.
Blint seriously he was much more an outsider, by the larger scale, even than a Roman prince who consented to be in abeyance. Yet it was past finding out, either, how such a woman as Lady Castledean could take him since this question but sank for him again into the fathomless depths of English equivocation.
Of these and the trinkets of the late Sir W. Blint they made two flat packets, leaving one of them unsealed to receive the brief letter which McKay had begun: "Dear Lady Blint It is not necessary to ask the wife of Sir W. Blint to have courage. He died as he had lived a fine and fearless British sportsman. His death was painless. He lies in the forest of Les Errues. I enclose a map for you.
His name was Blint Sir W. Blint, Bart.... Lie back on the moss and let your bruised feet hang in the pool.... Here this way rest that yellow head of yours against my knees. ... Are you snug?" "Yes." "Hold out your hands. These were his trinkets." The girl cupped her hands to receive the rings, watch, the gold whistle in its little gem-set chains, and the sleigh-bell on its bracelet.
We can wire," she wound up, "from there." Ever so quietly she had brought it, as she had thought it, all out, and it had to be as covertly that he let his appreciation expand. "Then Lady Castledean ?" "Doesn't dream of our staying." He took it, but thinking yet. "Then what does she dream ?" "Of Mr. Blint, poor dear; of Mr. Blint only." Her smile for him for the Prince himself was free.
We can wire," she wound up, "from there." Ever so quietly she had brought it, as she had thought it, all out, and it had to be as covertly that he let his appreciation expand. "Then Lady Castledean ?" "Doesn't dream of our staying." He took it, but thinking yet. "Then what does she dream ?" "Of Mr. Blint, poor dear; of Mr. Blint only." Her smile for him for the Prince himself was free.
Blint seriously he was much more an outsider, by the larger scale, even than a Roman prince who consented to be in abeyance. Yet it was past finding out, either, how such a woman as Lady Castledean could take him since this question but sank for him again into the fathomless depths of English equivocation.
"There's that eagle again," she said, "wheeling up there in the blue." He looked up; then he turned his sun-dazzled eyes on the pages of the little notebook which he held open in both hands. "It's amusing reading," he said. "The late Sir W. Blint seems to have been something of a naturalist.
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