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Updated: June 12, 2025
There was a place in Darsie's heart which would ever be consecrated to the memory of Ralph; but it was not a foremost place that most crushing of sorrows had been spared her; and when one not yet twenty-one is living the healthiest and most congenial of lives, and is above all elevated to the proud position of third-year girl, it would be as unnatural as wrong to dwell continually upon a past grief.
Darsie's prophecy had been fulfilled, for Dan appeared at the starting-point, somewhat grim and sulky of demeanour, but obviously on picnic bent.
Years since she had read a "funny book," years since she had partaken of a picnic meal; years many, many years since she had looked on while a young girl danced! Radical changes and innovations in the routine of life she could not face at this late day, but Darsie's girlish plan attempted nothing so ambitious. Let the child have her way!
With regard to Dan Vernon in especial there was a soreness at Darsie's heart. During the first days after the tragic happening Dan had been a tower of strength, always at hand to comfort, support, and take every difficulty upon his own shoulders. To outward appearance Darsie had appeared oblivious of his presence, but subconsciously she had leaned on his strength with a profound relief.
A knifelike pang of envy pierced Darsie's heart; she dropped the dainty morsel of cake on to her plate with a feeling of actual physical nausea; for the moment her old ambitions lost their savour, and appeared grey and dead; she was pierced with an overpowering pity for her own hard lot.
I can't make light of things to your people, but I can take part of the blame on myself. If it is true that I have any influence over you, I have thrown it away..." Ralph laid his hand over the gloved fingers clasped together on Darsie's knee. "Don't say that! Don't think that, Darsie. I may be a rotter, but I'd have been a hundred times worse if it hadn't been for you.
The girls obediently flew upstairs, and Darsie's protestation of "My bicycle!" was silenced with a word. "The stable-boy shall ride it over to-morrow morning. You're a bit jumpy still and can't be allowed to run any risks. I mean to see you safely back in your aunt's charge." Darsie scrambled up to her high seat and leaned back thereon with an agreeable sense of importance.
Hot water evidently commended itself to her mind as the ideal medium, for at a dozen hours of the day and night the door of Darsie's study would open and Hannah would appear on the threshold, steaming can in hand. Early morning, eleven o'clock, before lunch, before tea, before dinner, before cocoa, before bed, Hannah and her can never failed to appear.
For five minutes by the clock the silence lasted; but in penitence, as in fault, there was no patience in Darsie's nature, and at the end of the five minutes the needlework was thrown on the floor, and with a quick light movement she was on her knees by Lady Hayes's side. "Aunt Maria, forgive me. I'm a pig!" "Excuse me, my dear, you are mistaken.
Deep, deep down in the recesses of Darsie's mind there slumbered a fell ambition. If there could be a real fire before her term of office expired! Not a serious one, of course nothing to imperil the safety of the dear old house, but just sufficient to cause a real alarm, and give the brigade an opportunity of demonstrating its powers!
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