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"I thought you were in London," she stammered, moving forward and holding out her hand mechanically. "Please come and sit down." She cleared a chair of the miscellaneous needlework upon it. "I want to speak to you very particularly," said Fanny. "And it's private!" She looked at Mrs. Colwood, with whom she had exchanged a frosty greeting.
Colwood noticed that she was in black again, in one of the dresses of her mourning. When Marsham turned, at the sound of the latch, to see Diana coming in, all the man's secret calculations and revolts were for the moment scattered and drowned in sheer pity and dismay. In a few short hours can grief so work on youth? He ran to her, but she held up a hand which arrested him half-way.
Colwood, Miss Mallory's new chaperon and companion, had arrived the night before, on Christmas Eve. She had appeared just in time for dinner, and the two ladies had spent the evening together. Diana's first impressions had been pleasant yes, certainly, pleasant; though Mrs. Colwood had been shy, and Diana still more so. There could be no question but that Mrs.
"I am afraid she hopes it." "But I haven't got it!" cried Diana, sitting down on the floor. "I've spent more than I ought on this place; I'm overdrawn; I ought to be economical for a long time. You know, Muriel, I'm not really rich." Mrs. Colwood colored deeper than ever. But apparently she could think of nothing to say. Her eyes were riveted on her companion.
Colwood her companion; no one else." "Nice little woman! all right there! But" Sir James gave a slight start "what about the cousin?" "Miss Merton? Oh no! There is clearly no sympathy between her and Diana. How could there be?" "Yes but my dear fellow! that girl knows must know everything there is to know! And she dislikes Diana; she is jealous of her; that I saw quite plainly this afternoon.
Miss Fanny cleared her throat, poked the fire with the tip of her shoe, fidgeted with her dress, and finally said abruptly: "I say have all the people about here called?" The tone was so low and furtive that Mrs. Colwood, who had been putting away some embroidery silks which had been left on the table by Diana, turned in some astonishment. She found the girl's eyes fixed upon her eager and hungry.
Fred Birch, were expected to lunch, and Miss Merton, who had been lately invisible, had already, she saw, changed her dress. At breakfast, it seemed to Mrs. Colwood, she had been barely presentable: untidy hair, a dress with various hooks missing, and ruffles much in need of washing.
And that she richly deserved it and knew it made its smart not a whit the less. Fanny did not appear at dinner. Mrs. Colwood and Diana dined alone Diana very white and silent. After dinner, Diana began slowly to climb the shallow old staircase. Mrs. Colwood followed her. "Where are you going?" she said, trying to hold her back. Diana looked at her.
Colwood; and he carried her off round the corner of the house. Diana gazed after them, and Roughsedge thought he saw her totter. "You look so ill!" he said, stooping over her. "Come and sit down." His boyish nervousness and timidity left him. The strong man emerged and took command. He guided her to a garden seat, under a drooping lime.
"I beg you to be counselled in time, to think of him rather than yourself if, indeed, you care for him. And should you decide rightly, an old woman's love and gratitude will be yours as long as she lives. "Believe me, dear Miss Mallory, very sincerely yours, Diana dragged herself up-stairs and locked her door. At ten o'clock Mrs. Colwood knocked, and heard a low voice asking to be left alone.
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