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And it is a pity, I think, that you do not let Britta alone you only quarrel with each other when you meet. And would you not like her to think kindly of you when you are dead?" Lovisa seemed choking with anger, her face worked into such hideous grimaces, that all present, save Thelma, were dismayed at her repulsive aspect. "When I am dead!" she muttered hoarsely.
Briggs, it's more like English." "Perhaps the Paris accent isn't familiar to you yet," remarked Briggs majestically. "Your stay in the gay metropolis was probably short. Now, I 'ave been there many times ah, Paris, Paris!" he paused in a sort of ecstacy, then, with a side leer, continued "You'd 'ardly believe 'ow wicked I am in Paris, Miss Britta! I am, indeed!
And Sir Philip will find out a great deal more than even I have told him but oh! I can't understand about that actress!" And she shook her head despairingly. "Britta," said Neville suddenly, "That actress is my wife!" Britta started, and her round eyes opened wide. "Your wife, Mr. Neville?" she exclaimed. Neville took off his spectacles and polished them nervously. "Yes, Britta my wife!"
For he knew Thelma was not likely to have gone out of her own accord, at the very time she would have naturally expected her father and his friends back, and the absence of Britta too, was, to say the least of it, extraordinary. He reached the pier very speedily, and saw at a glance that the boat was gone.
"Now do not ask any more questions, Britta, but go and post my letter. I want father to get it as soon as possible, and you will lose the post if you are not very quick." Thus reminded, Britta hastened off, determining to run all the way, in order to get back before her mistress left the house. Thelma, however, was too quick for her.
"Very 'ighly indeed! Your youth is most becoming to you! If you only 'ad a little more chick, there'd be nothing left to desire!" "A little more what?" asked Britta, opening her blue eyes very wide in puzzled amusement. "Chick!" replied Briggs, with persistent persuasiveness. "Chick, Miss Britta, is a French word much used by the aristocracy.
The train came up to the platform the tickets were taken, and Sir Philip, with Britta, entered a first-class compartment, while Lorimer stood outside leaning with folded arms on the carriage-window, talking cheerfully. "You'll find her all right, Phil, I'm positive!" he said.
But the courageous little Britta made short work of all these difficulties she could drive a pulkha, she knew how to manage reindeer, she entertained not the slightest doubt of being able to overcome all the obstacles on the way.
Thelma laughed. "Then it is better to spin, after all, Britta is it not?" Britta looked dubious. "I do not know," she answered; "but I am sure great ladies do not spin. Because, as I said to you, Froeken, this Jansena's mistress was a great lady, and she never did anything, no! nothing at all, but she put on wonderful dresses, and sat in her room, or was driven about in a carriage.
Neville made as though he would speak, but a gesture from Sir Philip's hand restrained him. Britta went on rather dispiritedly, "Anyhow, Briggs has just told me that only yesterday Lady Winsleigh went all by herself to see this actress, and that she got some letter there which she brought to the Froeken " she recoiled suddenly with a little scream. "Oh, Sir Philip! where are you going?"
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