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I have been forced to limit her charities to a certain yearly amount lest her husband may one day call me to account for her wasted means." "It is the most beautiful trait in womankind." Mr. Bovyer responded, heartily, just as a passionate retort had sprung to my lips.
Something very different will be required. I am afraid we must give you up." "Life is too smooth with him for music or anything æsthetic to ruffle the deeper springs. Wait until he has storms and whirlwinds to withstand." Mr. Bovyer said, calmly. "Oh I hope he will never have them, he has not patience like some," I added, after a pause. I was going to say Mr. Bowen.
Selecting one of the simplest songs, I sat down, determined to go resolutely through with it. When I ceased, I found that Mr. Bovyer had joined us. I rose hastily. "I am so glad you have come; you will reward my obedience to Mr. Winthrop, surely?" "Yes by asking for some more of that tender music of the Fatherland. My mother used to croon that song over us in childhood." Mr.
Winthrop joined his commands; so I complied, with a German martial song; and then, rising quickly, I went to the further side of the room, and took a seat beside Mrs. Hill. "You have got tired before the rest of us, dear." "I would not like to tire you. Mr. Bovyer is going to play now, and we shall none of us be in danger of weariness."
"Don't you like it, dear?" she asked, surprised that I was so silent over my prize. "Yes if it had not come from Mr. Bovyer." "Why, Medoline! not like a gift coming from one so kind and true as he is?" "I wish I had never seen him." I threw down the book and burst into tears. "Surely, Medoline, you have not fallen in love with him? I should be so sorry, for he is not a marrying man."
So many of us that you have gladdened Mill Road folks and all," I said, not able wholly to restrain my affectionate impulses as I laid my hand lightly on his the first time I had ever so touched him. He folded his other hand over mine for an instant, and then we sat down to the breakfast which had just been brought in. Mr. Winthrop and Mr. Bovyer spent the greater part of the day together alone.
"Really and truly, yes." In my surprise and delight I lifted the ring to my lips and kissed it. "That is the prettiest compliment paid to a gift I ever witnessed," Mr. Bovyer said, with a smile. "Medoline has her own way of doing things. I find her refreshingly original." "That is almost better than the ring," I murmured gratefully, looking up into his face. "Shall we have breakfast served now?"
"Was it fear of this that sends you home so abruptly?" Mrs. Flaxman asked, with a look of amusement. "One reason." "He would be a very good parti; only a little too old, perhaps." "What are you thinking of? I shall not let that child get entangled for years." He said, almost angrily. "What has Mr. Bovyer done?" I inquired, a good deal mystified. "You are too young to have everything explained.
Flaxman assured him that we were all agreeably disappointed in our evening's entertainment. "Mr. Bovyer was especially charmed with Medoline's appreciation of his favorite composer. He asked permission to call on her to-day." He gave me a keen glance, saying: "I hope you did not grow too enthusiastic. One need not hang out a placard to prove we can comprehend the intricate and profound." Mrs.
Now that matter is settled, have you any further inquiries to make about Christmas presents?" "Not any more, thank you." "Then I will tell you a bit of news. I expect Mr. Bovyer here this evening. It is a great favor for him to confer on us at this season coming to brighten our Christmas." "I fancied we had the prospect of a very joyous Christmas without help from abroad.
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