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'I care little enough, rejoined Mrs. Damerel, with a curl of the lips. 'It's Horace I am thinking of. These people will embitter him against me, so long as they have any ground to go upon. 'But haven't you let him know of that letter? Mrs.
Damerel knew well enough the significance of that particular look; it meant the irritation of his self-will, the summoning of forces to resist something he disliked. 'There has been no difference between you, I hope? 'No oh no, Horace replied, wriggling under her look. At that moment a servant opened the door. 'Two ladies have called in a carriage, sir, and would like to see you.
Damerel became more convinced of something unusual in his state of mind; he could not keep still, and, in trying to put himself at ease, assumed strange postures. 'When did you hear from Winifred? she asked. 'Yesterday no, the day before. He shrank from her scrutiny, and an expression of annoyance began to disturb his features. Mrs.
They talked of him; Mary said that he had spoken of moving into lodgings very soon. 'Of course he doesn't tell us everything, said Nancy. 'I feel pretty sure that he's going to leave the office, but how he means to live I don't understand. Perhaps Mrs. Damerel will give him money, or lend it him. I only hope she may break it off between him and Fanny.
Having learnt how money slips through the fingers of a gentleman with fastidious tastes, he welcomed a prospect of increased resources, and applied himself with some energy to learning his new business. But with Mrs. Damerel he utterly refused to be reconciled, and of his sister he saw very little.
'Before you tell that little story, she interposed, 'you had better know what I've come about. It's a queer thing that Mrs. Damerel should be here; happens more conveniently than things generally do. I had something to tell you about her. You may know it, but most likely you don't.
She moved forward with hand offered for leave-taking. They had never kissed each other, but, as if overcoming diffidence, Mrs. Damerel advanced her lips; then, as suddenly, she drew back. 'I had forgotten. I may give you my sore throat. Nancy kissed her cheek. That night Mrs. Damerel was feverish, and the next day she kept her bed.
She could only be prevailed upon to take a seat near him. Horace, beset with doubts as to his prudence, but unable to keep the secret, began to recount the story of his meeting with Mrs. Damerel, whom he had now seen for the second time. Fanny's curiosity, instantly awakened, grew eager as he proceeded.
The only person to whom she could apply was the one who would certainly be possessed of information, Mrs. Damerel. At the time of Horace's engagement, Nancy had heard from Mrs. Damerel, and replied to the letter; she remembered her aunt's address, and as the distance was not great, the temptation to go there now proved irresistible.
And all this he has reported to your aunt, Mrs. Damerel. 'To her? How do you know? For answer he held out Mrs. Damerel's note of invitation, then added: 'I have been with her this afternoon. She is coming to offer you her protection against the scoundrel who has ruined you, and who is now living upon you. 'What do you mean? 'That's the form the story has taken, either in Mr.
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