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No one knew that they met there, and no one suspected it not even Mrs. Corfield, who believed, after the manner of mothers who bring up their boys at home, that she knew the whole of her son's life from end to end, and that he had not a thought kept back from her, nor had ever committed an action of which she was not cognizant.
Corfield questioned the man in her keen inquisitorial way as to what he was about; and when he told her that the posts were to show "Virginia" now instead of "Andalusia," her great disgust, to judge by the sharp things which she said to him, seemed as if it took in the innocent hand as well as the peccant head.
She clung to this point as tenaciously as she clung to her love; and nothing that Mrs. Corfield, or even Alick, could say weakened by one line her belief in mamma's angry sorrow and the saints' potent and sometimes peccant humanity.
While North Aston was employing its time in wondering, and Alick Corfield was breaking his heart in sorrowing, Leam was doing battle with her despair and distress at Windy Brow doing the best she could to keep her senses clear and to live through the penance which she had inflicted on herself. So far, Mrs.
"The beginning of man an ascidian his ultimate development as an angel, a pear-shaped, transparent bag." Mrs. Corfield never forgave her old friend, and even now if any one began a conversation on the theory of development and evolution she invariably lost her temper and permitted herself to say rude things.
The demon of masculine vanity, never far off where a pretty woman was concerned, entered and took possession of him. He would succeed where Alick Corfield had failed, and Leam, who refused her old friend, should gratify her new. He had been guiding Adelaide over the ice, but she was rather too stiff in her movements, not sufficiently pliant nor yielding to be a very pleasant skating companion.
It seemed almost an eternity during which these thoughts passed through her brain, while she stood looking at Mrs. Corfield so intently that the little woman was obliged to lower her eyes. Not that Leam saw her. She was thinking, listening, but not seeing, though her tragic eyes seemed searching Mrs. Corfield's very soul.
Corfield, as if this gathering of friends and neighbors in the country had been a formal assemblage of strangers in a town. "I hope you are not tired with this quadrille," he said as he took her across the room, not looking at her. "It was dull, but I am not tired," Learn answered, not looking at him. "I am sorry I was such an uninteresting partner," was his rejoinder, made with mock simplicity.
Not a trace of poison was to be found anywhere in the house, and no evidence was forthcoming to show how it might have been bought or where procured. Alick Corfield, who understood it all, was not called as a witness, and he told no one what he knew.
I should think Aspasia Corfield would ask him by return me, too, if she has any decency, though she has dropped me for fifteen years. She has a tribe of daughters. Why I should play Miss Sewell's game like this I don't know! Well, one must try something." That same afternoon mother and son took their departure for Ferth Place.
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