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Cheiron made no allusion to the matter that had caused them to part with some breezy words upon his old pupil's side. Mrs. Cricklander or Wendover might not have existed; their talk was upon philosophy and politics, and contained not the shadow of a woman even Halcyone was not mentioned at all.
Vincent Cricklander," with whose name rumor had already connected the Under-Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs in the most interesting manner, the paragraph added. So Fate had stepped in and saved his pure night flower, after all! But at what sort of price? And Cheiron stared into space with troubled eyes. He passed hours of anxious thought.
So they all had to go off to dress without any longed-for word having been spoken. And Mrs. Cricklander was far too circumspect a hostess to attempt to arrange a tête-
Cricklander had been entertaining a Saturday to Monday party, and that Mr. John Derringham's recovery was now well advanced, even his broken ankle was mending rapidly and he hoped soon to be well.
He had now definitely made up his mind to propose to Cecilia Cricklander, and was only awaiting a suitable occasion to put this intention into effect. Numbers of moments had come and passed but he was always able to find good and sufficient fault with them.
Cricklander had carefully gone through each post as it came, and longed to destroy one or two suspicious-looking communications she saw in the same female handwriting from his old friend Lady Durend, if she had known! but she dared not, and indeed was not really much disturbed. She had laid her own plans with too great a nicety and felt perfectly sure of the ultimate result of their action.
He received the news that Joseph Scroope, his maternal uncle, was dead, not having produced an heir, so he knew that he would inherit a comfortable fortune from him. The noose had, indeed, tightened round his neck, he could not now release himself from his engagement to Cecilia Cricklander. Some instincts of a gentleman still remained with him in full measure.
Cricklander was leaving no stone unturned to gain her object, and such praiseworthy toil deserves the highest commendation. John Derringham, meanwhile, having successfully smoothed matters to his own satisfaction, felt at liberty to dream in his spare moments of his love.
Derringham now only looked a pale, but very interesting invalid, as he lay there with a black silk handkerchief tied round his head. "Then I'll go," said Mrs. Cricklander and, instead of sending the message with her daily flowers, she wrote a tiny note. I can't bear it any longer I must come! Arabella Clinker watched his face as he read this, and saw a flush grow in his ivory-pale skin. "Oh!
That the local lights thought far more highly of Arabella did not matter. Mrs. Cricklander was wise enough to know, it is upon the exalted that a good effect must be produced. "And, you are sure, Sir Benjamin, that he will get quite well?" she said tenderly, allowing her handsome eyes to melt upon the surgeon's face. "It matters enormously to me, you know." Then she looked down.
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