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Left alone, she sighed, and went slowly into the house to resume her spinning. Hearing the whirr of the wheel, the servant Britta entered. "You are not going in the boat, Froeken?" she asked in a tone of mingled deference and affection. Thelma looked up, smiled faintly, and shook her head in the negative. "It is late, Britta, and I am tired."
If I dared, I could tell you some strange things, dear Froeken but you will not hear me. You know you do not wish me to talk about your grand new friends, Froeken, but " she paused timidly. "Oh, Britta, dear!" said Thelma affectionately taking her hand. "You know they are not so much my friends as the friends of Sir Philip, and for this reason I must never listen to anything against them.
Once she ventured to express something of her feeling on the matter to Thelma but Thelma had looked so gently wondering and reproachful that Britta had not courage to go on. "I am so sorry, Britta," said her mistress, "that you do not like Lady Winsleigh because I am very fond of her. You must try to like her for my sake." But Britta pursed her lips and shook her head obstinately.
And you" she looked pleadingly at her mistress "you do not dislike me for your servant?" "Dislike!" and Thelma gave her a glance of mingled reproach and tenderness. "You know how fond I am of you, Britta! It will be like having a little bit of my old home always with me." Silently Britta kissed her hand, and then resumed her work.
Now, I I am the crooked bough of a tree, but I have bright leaves where a bird hides and sings all day! You you have no song, no foliage; only ugly and barren and fit to burn!" He laughed heartily, and, catching sight of Britta, where she stood in the doorway entirely unconcerned at his eccentric behavior, he went up to her and took hold of the corner of her apron.
At this name such a fury filled Philip's heart that he could barely control himself. He breathed quickly and heavily. "What of her?" he demanded in a low, suffocated voice. "What has Lady Winsleigh to do with it, Britta?" "Everything!" cried Britta, though, as she glanced at his set, stern face and paling lips, she began to feel a little frightened.
He himself intended to start directly for Germany with his bride, a trip in which Britta was to accompany them as Thelma's maid. Olaf Gueldmar, as he had just stated, purposed making a voyage in the Valkyrie, as soon as he should get her properly manned and fitted, which he meant to do at Christiania.
Thus persuaded, Sir Philip briefly related the whole story of the misunderstanding that had arisen concerning Neville's wife, Violet Vere and concluded by saying "It is, of course, only through Britta that I've just heard about Lady Winsleigh's having anything to do with it. Her information may not be correct I hope it isn't, but " Lord Winsleigh interrupted him.
Britta knows what to do she'll meet me at the station. I can't breathe in this wretched house a moment longer let's be off!"
If you can stand well with your servants, you can stand well with the whole world if not carry yourself as haughtily as you may your pride will not last long, depend upon it! Meanwhile, as Briggs and Britta strolled in the side paths of the shrubbery, the gay guests of the Manor were dancing on the lawn. Thelma did not dance, she reclined in a low basket-chair, fanning herself.
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