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For, you see, it involves our whole future, yours and mine.... Charles, once you yielded to my wishes. You took me in. You let me help you." "Yes," exclaimed Hamilton, in exasperation of spirit. "And you made a mess of things all round!" He shook his head emphatically. "No, Cicily; I tell you, no!"
Delancy announced, with another access of self-pity, "your Uncle Jim and I probably will be parted by that time, too!" "Nonsense!" Cicily jeered, smitten to sudden compunction for her part in causing distress of mind to the woman whom she really loved and honored. "Why, Auntie, if you were to leave Uncle Jim, whom would he have to bully? Pooh, dear, you and he'll never part."
Cicily retorted confidently, for in her wisdom she accepted the dictum of her instinct without reserve. "If it should be necessary, why, I'll convince him, too." His curiosity prompted Hamilton to ask a leading question. "How did you come to think of it?" he inquired eagerly. "Oh, I just thought of it because because " Cicily halted, completely at a loss.
Delancy commented drily, "if you'd only work for the far-off heathen, you'd find it much more satisfactory. You might not do any good, to be sure; but, anyhow, the bad results wouldn't affect you." Cicily got to her feet, without making any reply, and went to the mirror at one end of the drawing-room.
Delancy, too, added the weight of his accustomed authority. "Don't bother with things that do not concern you, Cicily." There was a patronizing quality in the admonition that irritated the wife. Ferguson spoke to the same effect, but with a radically different motive underlying his words: "Of course, it don't concern you, Mrs. Hamilton.
"Well, I'm not letting them starve," was the unashamed admission. "Cicily," Mrs.
Hamilton stirred presently, turned, and threw himself heavily into the nearest chair, whence he stared curiously at his wife with morose eyes of resentment. Cicily felt the scrutiny, but she did not lift her gaze to his. She was not shirking the conflict between them, which seemed inevitable after this last episode; but she was minded to let her husband begin the attack.
Carrington uttered an ejaculation, but vouchsafed nothing more precise. Cicily waited for a few seconds, then continued gaily: "Now that the minutes are read, the specific business before the house is the consideration of new members. All working clubs to be successful must take in constantly virile, live members." Mrs. Morton, who had by no means forgotten her conversation with Mrs.
"I know how you must feel, dear," she said, gently. "I was jealous once, of one woman. But to be jealous of a factory full oh, Lord!" "Yes," Cicily declared, in tremulous tones, "all of them, and the men besides!" Mrs. Delancy bounced from her seat, then slowly subsided into the depths of the easy chair, whence she fairly gaped at her former ward.
She was disturbed from her morbid reflections by the entrance of a servant, who announced the presence of Mr. Morton and Mr. Carrington in the drawing-room, who had called to see Mr. Hamilton. In sheer desperation, with no precise idea as to her course, Cicily resolved to interview these callers, since her husband had not yet returned home. So, she bade the servant inform the gentlemen that Mr.
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