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Beatrice French stepped forward, smiling ominously, and eyeing first Crewe then his companion with curiosity of the frankest impertinence. Mrs. Damerel stood up. 'We will speak of our business at another time, Mr. Crewe. Crewe, red with anger, turned upon Beatrice. 'I tell you I am engaged 'To Mrs. Damerel? asked the intruder airily.
Nancy found this note awaiting her after a day's absence from home, and with it another. To her surprise, Mrs. Damerel had written. 'I called early this afternoon, wishing particularly to see you. Will you please let me know when I should find you at home?
Damerel stood like a statue of British respectability, deaf and blind to everything that conflicts with good-breeding; stony-faced, she had set her lips in the smile appropriate to one who is braving torture. 'Do you know who she is or not? Beatrice asked of Crewe. He shuffled, and made no reply. 'Fanny has just told me in a letter; she got it from her husband.
Why have you driven me into this? Did you expect to get some profit out of it? The blow struck home, and Mrs. Damerel flinched. 'I had your happiness in view, my dear. 'My happiness! that's your view of things; that's why I couldn't really like you, from the first. You think of nothing but money. Why you objected to Fanny French at first was because you wished me to marry some one richer.
From Switzerland came two letters, much more satisfactory in tone and contents. The first, written in July, announced a distinct improvement of health. No details being supplied, Nancy could only presume that her brother was living alone at the hotel from which he dated. The second communication, a month later, began thus: 'I think I forgot to tell you that I came here with Mrs. Damerel.
Her husband would dislike to hear of such a step, but he had never forbidden communication with Mrs. Damerel. By help of train and omnibus she reached her new destination in half-an-hour, and felt a relief on learning that Mrs. Damerel was at home.
It will teach me to meddle again with girls of that class. Mankelow stood with his hands behind him, and legs apart, regarding the speaker with a comically puzzled air. 'My dear Mrs. Damerel, he had a thick, military sort of voice, 'why in the world should this interpose between us and dinner? Afterwards, we might 'But I am really anxious about the silly little creature.
Damerel, who remained standing, or rather had risen, after a pretence of seating herself. 'Nothing at all. He was very strange in his manner. He said he would write. 'You know that he is seriously ill? 'I am afraid he must be. 'He has grown much worse during the last fortnight. Don't you suspect any reason for his throwing off poor Winifred? 'I wondered whether he had met that girl again.
Mrs Damerel mistook this action for indifference, and in her sincere desire for the girl's welfare, urged not for the first time plans and sentiments which, though well meant, were utterly revolting to Lucy. Luke had, she argued, no doubt behaved very ill, by rashly and without explanation tearing himself not only from her, but from every person to whom he was dear.
Modbury's attentions pained her as much as Luke's absence; the more so because they were so full of consideration for her welfare. She knew she never could return his kindness, and felt that she did not deserve it. She often told Dame Damerel that a show of hostility from the worthy farmer would not have pained her so much as his unremitting attentions.
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