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Updated: June 6, 2025
... It was late when at last she slept, and she woke to find the sunlight streaming in through her window, and Maria standing at her bedside, an appetising breakfast-tray in her hands and a world of shrewd suspicion in her twinkling eyes.
You must not!" But the girl shook her head at him gravely over the glass. "There is no danger," she said, "but I must be sure." She drank what was in the glass, and afterward went across to one of the windows and stood there with her back to the room for a little time. In the end she returned and once more brought the breakfast-tray to the bed. Ste.
The crumpled Indian dressing-gown and the breakfast-tray littered the couch; ornaments, jewellery, and brushes strewed the dressing-table. Miss Darrell was sitting in an easy-chair by the open window. She did not move or glance as I entered in the full light. She looked pinched and old and plain.
She knew that the loneliness and longing were there, even though he would not say so, and she turned from the great bunch of American Beauties which had also come in with her breakfast-tray, with something akin almost to disgust as she thought of Austin's tiny bunch of arbutus his "bouquet des fiancailles," as he had called it the only thing, besides the little star, that he had ever given her.
He had put his breakfast-tray out on the landing, and was thinking of the morning's work, and of some very dubious pages that he had blackened the night before. But when he had lit his disreputable briar, he remembered there was an unopened letter waiting for him on the table; he had recognized the vague, staggering script of Miss Deacon, his cousin.
"Why, she draws my bath and puts out my things, and while I'm taking my bath, she straightens the room and lights the fire, if it's cold, and brings in my breakfast-tray and my letters. And by half-past ten, I'm finally dressed if no one has come in to delay me, only some one always has.
In the morning Mrs. Condon, with a very late breakfast-tray in bed, had regained her usual cheerful manner. "The truth is," she told Linda, "I'm glad that Jasper man has gone. He had no idea of discretion; tired of them anyhow." Linda radiated happiness. This was the mother she loved above all others. Her mind turned a little to the man who had talked to her the night before.
She resigned herself to hear the clock strike every hour and as a matter of fact after ten o'clock she was unconscious of the whole world, until her breakfast-tray was carried into the room next morning.
"Where's Mis' Masters?" demanded Jemima when she brought in the breakfast-tray, standing attention. "Not coming down." "Ain't anything ails her, is there?" "Yes. But I don't know how serious. Give me the kettle, Jemima; I told her to lie still, and that I would bring her a cup of tea." "I'll take it up, Mr. Masters; and you can eat your breakfast." "Thank you. I always like to keep my promises.
Now, by all rights, dramatic or otherwise, the tinker should have been on hand, waiting her entrance. But tinker there was none; nothing but emptiness and a breakfast-tray, spread and ready for her in the pantry. Curiosity, uneasiness mastered her pride and she called once twice several times.
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