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Hepworth rang the bell as he spoke, and directly wax candles were burning on the ebony desk at which Lady Hope was accustomed to write. Having made up his mind, Closs was not the man to hesitate in doing the thing he had resolved on. He spread a sheet of paper before him, and began his letter at once. Rachael watched him earnestly as his pen flew over the paper.
I was sure of it to-night. That was my chiefest glory. Lacking that, what would the homage of all the world be to Rachael Closs? I was thinking this, when that seemed to start up before me, and whispering to myself, 'He loves me! he loves me! he loves me! like a young girl; for I have seemed very young to-night. Why not? A glorious life lies before us.
Let me introduce you before he takes me off. Lord Hilton, Mr. Closs." The next moment Clara was whirling through the room, with Hepworth Closs' arm around her waist, and her hand on his shoulder. She kept her word, and spent half her evening with him, managing to escape observation as much as possible, and thus secured a few hours of supreme happiness.
With Lady Hope, as with Rachael Closs, there was no moderation in her feelings, which were tenacious as they were powerful and exacting. But Rachael, with all her impetuosity, had strong contradictory qualities. She was sagacious, and could rein in her passion of love or hate as an Arab controls his desert steed. That which her soul most desired she could wait for.
"Ching see now," peng, peng, peng "bad men with swords," pang, peng "look velly closs," pang, pong "wantee fightee," pang, pang "you no wantee fightee," pung, pung. "No," I whispered anxiously; "let's go at once." "No takee notice," pang, peng, peng. "All flee, walkee walkee round one sidee house," pang, pong "Ching go long other sidee," peng, peng.
She gathered up her worsted and embroidery, huddled them together in her work-basket and went away, refusing to let Closs carry her basket, or even walk by her side. While he stood watching the haughty little thing, a voice from the other side of the cedar tree arrested him. He turned, and saw a face that had once been familiar, but which he could not at the moment recognize.
"The grand party!" repeated Hepworth, in amazement. "Are you invited there?" "Not just yet, but of course I mean to be. One good turn deserves another, Mr. Hepworth I beg pardon Mr. Closs, and if I take this pile up to Castle Houghton, it is no more than fair that the young lady gives me an invite for myself and Mrs. S. Turn about is fair play, all the world over, Mr.
"You could not possibly persuade her to come down not here, but into some of the less public rooms?" he said. "Impossible. She would not think of it." "Cruel!" "Yes, I think so; but then, I would do exactly the same thing." "What makes you start so, Clara?" "Don't you see? There is Mr. Closs going up to grandmamma, and papa standing close by her. Why, Lord Hope is speaking to him!
There was something in Hope's voice that touched Hepworth Closs with feelings akin to those he had felt for the proud young man years ago. "This was the language I used to my sister the night before she became your wife," he said. "Oh, my God! if she had but listened if she had but listened!" "Lord Hope! do I understand? Has your marriage with Rachael Closs come to this?"
The hand which sweeps a moth from its circling around a candle, must seem very cruel to the poor insect. I tell you, fairly, Hepworth Closs, it is not so much pride of birth or personal dislike that prompts me to deny my daughter to you.
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