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"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.
"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.
Her life in the little house had been a happy life hitherto, but she looked again at the little Dionysos on the arm of Hermes, nestling against his shoulder how much happier it was going to be, how much happier! She was not surprised, for deep in her heart she always expected happiness. People had been delightful to her and to Dion. That was partly Mr. Darlington's fault.
He was a very humane man, and as soon as he had mastered the feeling of cold horror which had for a moment held him rigid, he hastened on to the door of Little Cloisters and pulled the bell. After a pause which seemed to him long the door was opened by Annie, Rosamund's parlor-maid. She presented to Mr. Darlington's peering gaze a face full of ignorance and fear.
Darlington's mind to proffer the unhappy woman a home for herself and children; but a sudden recollection of the embarrassing nature of her own circumstances checked the words on her tongue. "I cannot remain a burden upon you," quickly answered Mrs. Marion. "But where can I go? What shall I do?" The last few words were spoken half to herself, in a low tone of distressing despondency.
"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.
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