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Updated: June 26, 2025
In the saloon, coming over, I heard people talk about her all one night they didn't know who I was and of course I didn't tell. And there was a book in the ship's library Famous Trials or some name of that sort with the whole thing in it. You don't know about Diana's mother?" The fierce, incredulous emphasis on the last word, for a moment, withered all reply on Mrs. Colwood's lips.
On the one side, an exultant and partly cruel consciousness of power; on the other, feelings of repugnance and revolt, only held in check by the forces of a tender and scrupulous nature. Fanny cleared her throat. "Well, of course, Mrs. Colwood's told me all you've been saying to her. And I don't say I'm surprised." Diana opened her large eyes. "Surprised at what?"
Everything in the house was "sweet"; the old silver used at table, with the Mallory crest, was praised extravagantly; the cooking no less. Yet still Diana's tired silence had grown; and the watching eyes of this amazing young woman had been, in Mrs. Colwood's belief, now insolently and now anxiously, aware of it.
Diana paced up and down, with her hands behind her, wondering when her telegram would reach her cousin, who was staying at a London boarding-house, when she might be expected at Beechcote, how long she could be persuaded to stay speculations, in fact, innumerable. Her agitation was pathetic in Mrs. Colwood's eyes.
Her mock and smiling submission, as she stood, slender and lovely, amid the shadows of the hall, seemed to Hugh Roughsedge, as he looked back upon her, the prettiest piece of acting. Then she turned, and he knew that she was going back to Marsham. At the same moment he saw Mrs. Colwood's little figure disappearing up the main stairway. Frowning and silent, he followed his mother out of the house.
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