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'Oh, that is an hour too early: I will call for you at ten. Let me see, you are at the White Cottage. You are not curious about your first patient; in that you are not a true daughter of Eve. Well, good-bye, Miss Garston; good-bye, Cunliffe. And he left the room without shaking hands with me again.
It was not quite noon when we left this house, and my friend proposed that before we went farther we should call upon Mrs G, an interesting old woman, in Cunliffe Street. We turned back to the place, and there we found "In lowly shed, and mean attire, A matron old, whom we schoolmistress name, Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame."
She says she really cannot allow me to go so often to the White Cottage; Mr. Cunliffe and Mr. Tudor are always there, and it is not proper. She is always hinting that I want to meet Mr. Tudor, and it is no good telling her that I never think of such a thing. Lady Betty was half crying. A more innocent, harmless little soul never breathed; she had not a spice of coquetry in her nature.
Aunt Philippa regretted that she could no longer trust her young daughter, she was sure Sara would never have behaved so at her age, and she felt much wounded by Jocelyn's defiant action. At the same time, she was equally deceived in Fräulein Hennig, she was certainly more to blame than Jocelyn. Mr. Cunliffe had told her things that greatly surprised her.
'You will find plenty of work, Miss Garston, were his final words, 'so do not waste your strength unnecessarily. And then he left the room, but came back a moment afterwards to say that his sisters meant to call on me, only they thought I was hardly settled yet: 'we must get Mr. Cunliffe to bring you up to Gladwyn: we must not let you mope.
Tudor so; he is nicer than any one I know, more like a nice funny boy than a man, only he tells me he can be grave sometimes. What was the matter with Mr. Cunliffe? he looks tired and worried and not inclined to laugh. And so Jill chattered on without waiting for my answers, talking in the very fulness of her young heart, until I pretended again to be asleep, and then she consented to be quiet.
Cunliffe on a certain morning early in July: "MY DARLING MOTHER, You know all about Jane, of course, and that she is now better in fact, quite out of danger. In a short time they will take her away, probably to some seaside place, the house will be disinfected, and the girls will come back to their work.
"I tell you what," said Rosamund fiercely, "I don't like her, and I'm not going to talk about her. I am going to ignore her. I am going to make this house too hot for her. She shall go and live with her aunt Susan, or she shall know her place. I, Rosamund Cunliffe, know my own power, and I mean to exercise it. It is the casting of the die, Jane; it is the flinging down of the gauntlet.
Cunliffe is in the drawing-room, and he would like to speak to you for a moment. she said, in a voice that showed me how unwilling she was to bring me the message. 'I told him that you never cared to be disturbed in the morning, as you were so busy; but he was peremptory. 'I am never too busy to see Uncle Max: he knows that, I returned quickly.
That comes of my unfortunate habit of speaking my mind. Let me follow this out. I am afraid Cunliffe has been a traitor; that fellow is not reliable: no parsons are. Let me hear what you have against me, Miss Garston. I have spoken against your pet theory, and you are aggrieved in consequence, He spoke in a half-jesting manner, but his ironical voice challenged me.
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