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Bretton was come; my godmother and I went down. She was clad in brown velvet; as I walked in her shadow, how I envied her those folds of grave, dark majesty! Graham stood in the drawing-room doorway. "I do hope he will not think I have been decking myself out to draw attention," was my uneasy aspiration. "Here, Lucy, are some flowers," said he, giving me a bouquet.
"I should hope so!" ejaculated both Marie and Pierre in a breath. There was a moment of silence; then the boy looked up into his mother's face and said: "I understand now why Father was so particular." "Your father is an intelligent man, who believes that 'trifles make perfection and that perfection is no trifle," answered Madame Bretton.
"No, missy," said the nurse; "you are to share this young lady's room" designating me. "I wish you, ma'am, good-night," said the little creature to Mrs. Bretton; but she passed me mute. "Good-night, Polly," I said. "No need to say good-night, since we sleep in the same chamber," was the reply. Paulina Home's father was obliged to travel to recruit his health, and her mother being dead, Mrs.
Therefore the cocoons for hatching were gathered into one place and after the floss that clung to the outside of them had been removed so that it should not entangle the moth when it came forth from its house, Madame Bretton took a needle and being extremely careful not to pierce the chrysalis inside by putting it through the centre of the cocoons she strung them on strings from three to four feet long and hung them over some wires stretched across the top of the room.
Bretton she was docile and reliant. With Graham she was shy very shy. At moments she tried to be cold, and, on occasion, she endeavoured to shun him. Even her father noticed this demeanour in her, and asked her what her old friend had done. "Nothing," she replied; "but we are grown strange to each other."
And when we were out in the keen night air, he said to himself: "Thank you, Miss Fanshawe. I am glad you laughed at my mother. That sneer did me a world of good." V. Reunion Completed One evening in December Dr. Bretton called to take me to the theatre in place of his mother, who had been prevented by an arrival. In the course of the performance a cry of "Fire!" rang out, and a panic ensued.
"I am told many of these persons think about her, sir," I went on, gaining courage on finding that I met attention rather than repulse. "Other suitors will come, therefore, if Dr. Bretton is refused. Wherever you go, I suppose, aspirants will not be wanting. Independent of heiress-ship, it appears to me that Paulina charms most of those who see her." "Does she? How?
I offered to relieve her, but was shaken off with kindly contempt: my godmother opined that I had enough to do to take care of myself. Not standing on ceremony now, in the midst of the gay "confusion worse confounded" succeeding to the King and Queen's departure, Mrs. Bretton preceded us, and promptly made us a lane through the crowd.
She held my hand between hers, and at each favourable word gave it a little caressing stroke. "In what other way is he good, Lucy?" "Dr. Bretton is benevolent humanely disposed towards all his race, Dr. Bretton would have benignity for the lowest savage, or the worst criminal." "I heard some gentlemen, some of papa's friends, who were talking about him, say the same.
Bretton intimated that, though she had always thought the chateau a retired spot, she did not know it was situated at the world's end, as she declared seemed now to be the case, for she believed we had been an hour and a half en route, and had not yet taken the turn down the avenue.
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