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Not a word was said with regard to the London school, and at ten minutes to one Maggie bade good-bye to Mr. Cardew and Merry, and went back to the rectory in considerable spirits. Molly and Isabel were all impatience for her return. "Well, what did you do?" said Molly. "Who was there to meet you?" "Only Merry. Cicely had gone with Mrs. Cardew to Warwick."
Cicely Cardew and her sister Merry were twins. At the time when this story opens they were between fifteen and sixteen years of age. They were bright, amiable, pretty young girls, who had never wanted for any pleasure or luxury during their lives. Their home was a happy one. Their parents were affectionate and lived solely for them.
How could she have thrown away her home and her family for a fellow who was so obviously what Pink would have called "a wrong one"? He roused, however, at a question. "He may," he said; "with three candidates we're splitting the vote three ways, and it's hard to predict. Mr. Cardew can't be elected, but he weakens Hendricks. One thing's sure. Where's my pipe?" Silence while Mr.
One day I had the whim to creep again within the little glade where Anthony Cardew had come to my help. It was now all hung about with wild roses and woodbine and was very sweet, and far overhead the trees met in a light, springing roof of green, more beautiful than any cathedral. It had grown dark, and as I stood in the glade the rain pattered on the leaves overhead, but not a drop reached me.
Then, seeing the hunger in the girl's eyes: "He's out a good bit these nights. He's making speeches for that Mr. Hendricks. As if he could be elected against Mr. Cardew!" The confinement told on Ellen. She would sit for hours, wondering what had become of Lily. Had she gone back home? Was she seeing that other man?
The rector bowed in a very courteous manner. "School-life may not be really necessary for them," he said; "although you know my opinion in short you know what I would do with them did they belong to me." Mrs. Cardew was silent for a minute or two.
Since I might meet Richard Dawson and had no hope of meeting Anthony Cardew, I walked much those days within our own walls, which gave me space enough for Aghadoe park-walls are four miles in length. But most often I found myself taking the path that led to the postern gate as though the place had some pleasant, dreamy association for me.
In the car Akers spoke only once. "Where is Howard Cardew?" he asked. "With the Mayor, probably. I left him there." It seemed to him that Akers found the answer satisfactory. He sat back in the deep seat, and lighted a cigarette. The Municipal Building was under guard. Willy Cameron went up the steps and spoke to the sentry there.
I knew that Captain Cardew had long since retired from the army, and that one never knew in what corner of the world he might not be, since wherever adventures were to be found he was.
Although his capitulation when it came was curt, he was happier than he had been for weeks. "Bring her home," he said, "but tell her about Akers. If she says that is off, I'll forget the rest." On her way to her room that night Grace Cardew encountered Mademoiselle, a pale, unhappy Mademoiselle, who seemed to spend her time mostly in Lily's empty rooms or wandering about corridors.
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