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Clarke would return in April, against the advice of her friends, and in spite of Esme Darlington's almost frantic protests, "because I love it, and because I don't choose to be driven out of any place by liars." Her last remark to him, and he thought it very characteristic of her, was this: "Liberty's worth bitterness. I would buy it at the price of all the tears in my body."
Darlington as an ally. When Mr. Darlington's praises sounded she could not refrain from glancing at her husband, and when at length their guests got up to go "with great reluctance," she begged them to come and dine on the following night. Mr. Darlington raised his ragged eyebrows and looked at Canon Wilton. "I'm by way of going back to town to-morrow afternoon," he began tentatively.
"I'm sorry, Trixy, but I've really got to leave," said Mrs. Chandos. "And I'm in such a predicament! I promised Fanny Darlington I'd go over there, and it's eight miles, and both my horses are lame." Brent turned to his coachman. "Put a pair in the victoria right away and drive Mrs. Chandos to Mrs. Darlington's," he said. She looked at him, and her lip quivered.
"I think you were horrid to her," exclaimed Honora, indignantly. "It wouldn't have hurt you to drive her to Mrs. Darlington's." It did not occur to her that her rebuke implied a familiarity at which they had swiftly but imperceptibly arrived. "Oh, yes, it would hurt me," said he. "I'd rather spend a day in jail than drive with Lula in that frame of mind.
"Well, Jim," said the chief engineer of the Sea Eagle, James Darlington's yacht, "Captain William Broome, able seaman, and all round pirate, has routed us horse and foot, taken your riches by proxy and the yacht away from me by his own personal efforts." "It does look like we were up against it," admitted Jim, "but we have a fighting chance, and I propose to keep on that old codger's trail."
But in regard to that interesting question he had no time to think at this juncture. She looked pale as she knelt there, but hers was a natural pallor and did not mean fear. The graceful figure with a rope of pearls twined in the dark hair was to remain in James Darlington's memory for many a year. The other figure was that of a tall, gaunt woman, hard featured with reddish brown hair.
Sixteen dollars, she argued with herself, as she sat with her eyes upon the floor, would make a great difference in her income; would, in fact, meet all the expenses of the house. Two good rooms would still remain, and all that she received for these would be so much clear profit. Such was the hurried conclusion of Mrs. Darlington's mind.
Darlington followed her and seized her by the arm. "Rosamund! Rosamund! What is it?" She turned. "I'm going to find Robin. That man's killed Robin! Keep him out! Keep him away from me!" A dreadful surreptitious expression made her face hideous. She leaned forward, nodding her head, and whispered in Mr. Darlington's ear: "You keep him away from me while I find Robin. He's killed Robin!"
The thought of endeavoring to win the heart of the beautiful girl, whom he had always loved as a sister, and now almost worshipped, was not, for a moment entertained. To him there would have been so much of ingratitude in this, and so much that involved a base violation of Mr. Darlington's confidence, that he would have suffered anything rather than be guilty of such an act.
Darlington's family, and the announcement of his dangerous illness was received with acute pain. Miriam took her place beside Mrs. Marion in the sick chamber, all her sympathies alive, and all her fears awakened; and Edith and her mother gave every attention that their other duties in the household would permit.
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