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Updated: May 12, 2025
How little they minded it, and Grace and Julia Dallow and even Nick, was proved in the course of a meeting that took place at Harsh during the Easter holidays. The mistress of that seat had a small and intimate party to celebrate her brother's betrothal.
"I think you've some reason to say so," said Mrs. Dallow. Her parasol was now down and she was again rolling it tight. "But you're right about my not knowing you. Why were you so ready to do so much for me?" He stopped in front of her and she looked up at him. Her eyes rested long on his own; then she broke out: "Why do you hate me so?" "Was it because you like me personally?"
The accomplished fact itself was almost always the demonstration that Mrs. Dallow could; and when Nick came to his senses after the proclamation of the victor and the drop of the uproar her figure was, of the whole violent dance of shadows, the only thing that came back, that stayed. She had been there at each of the moments, passing, repassing, returning, before him, beside him, behind him.
Dallow had not treated him perfectly well; therefore in going to Harsh the very first time that relative held out a hand to her so jealous a little sister must have recognised a special inducement.
He walked to the window, where the curtains had not been drawn, and saw in the dusk a cab at the door. When he turned back he went on: "Why won't you trust me to make you like me, as you call it, better? If I make you like me as well as I like you it will be about enough, I think." "Oh I like you enough for your happiness. And I don't throw away a devotion," Mrs. Dallow continued.
His host considered this as if he found a serious flaw in it; after which he began again: "I never supposed you a trifler." "I'm determined not to be." "I thought her charming. Don't you love Mrs. Dallow?" Mr. Carteret profoundly asked. "Don't put it to me so to-day, for I feel sore and injured. I don't think she has treated me well."
He had come back to say that they really must relieve him. Mrs. Dallow came up to London soon after the meeting of Parliament; she made no secret of the fact that she was fond of "town" and that in present conditions it would of course not have become less attractive to her. But she prepared to retreat again for the Easter vacation, not to go back to Harsh, but to pay a couple of country visits.
It will be seen she had plenty of inward occupation, the sum of which was not lessened by her learning when she reached the top of the Rue de la Paix that Mrs. Dallow had gone out half an hour before and had left no message.
Everything beautiful in his actual, his material view seemed to proclaim its value as never before; the house rose over his head as a museum of exquisite rewards, and the image of poor George Dallow hovered there obsequious, expressing that he had only been the modest, tasteful organiser, or even upholsterer, appointed to set it all in order and punctually retire.
Nick had an unexpressed conviction that if, according to his defeated desire, he had embarked with Mrs. Dallow in this particular quest of a great prize, disaster would have overtaken them on the deep waters.
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