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"I fancy that she did not send a refusal. And I feel sure she is thinking of going. You will not judge that I am unwarrantably interfering," Decima added in a tone of deprecation. "I would not do such a thing. But I thought it was right to apprise you of this. She is not well enough to go out."
Why it should do so, he did not seek to analyse; and he was all too self-conscious that he dared not. "A friend has come unexpectedly on a visit, and taken possession of Verner's Pride," he pursued. "I have lent it for a time." "Lent it all?" exclaimed the wondering Decima. "Lent it all. You will make room for me, won't you?" "To be sure," said Decima, puzzled more than she could express.
"She knows it fast enough. She'd not forego a meal, if she saw the fit coming on before night. Tynn came round to me, just now, and said his mistress felt poorly. The Australian mail is in," continued Jan, passing to another subject. "Is it?" cried Decima. Jan nodded. "I met the postman as I was coming out, and he told me. I suppose there'll be news from Fred and Sibylla."
Verner," she said, with stately courtesy. "I hope you will make yourself at home." They all went together into the drawing-room, in a crowd, as it were. Lucy was there, dressed also. She came up with a smile on her young and charming face, and welcomed Sibylla. "It is nearly dinner-time," said Decima to Sibylla. "Will you come with me upstairs, and I will show you the arrangements for your rooms.
"India can wait. About some one nearer and dearer to us than any now in India. Lady Verner, when I asked you just now to permit me to fix upon your daughter as a partner, I could have added for life. Will you give me Decima?" Had Sir Edmund Hautley asked for herself, Lady Verner could scarcely have been more astonished.
But where was the help? A few moments given to greeting, to the assuming of seats, and they were settled down. Lady Verner and Decima on a sofa opposite Sibylla; Lucy in a low chair what she was sure to look out for; Lionel leaning against the mantel-piece as favourite a position of his, as a low seat was of Lucy's. Sibylla had been startled by their entrance, and her chest was beating.
Lionel was silent; possibly he deemed it too soon after his wife's death to speak of love to another, although the speaking of it would have been news to neither. Lucy was a great deal at Lady Hautley's. Decima would have had her there permanently; but Lady Verner negatived it. They were sitting at breakfast one morning, Lady Verner and Lucy, when the letter arrived.
A straightforward, honest, simple fellow looked he, all utility and practicalness if there is such a word. One, plain in all ways. It was Janus Verner never, in the memory of anybody, called anything but "Jan" second and youngest son of Lady Verner, brother to Lionel. He brother to courtly Lionel, to stately Decima, son to refined Lady Verner?
Verner, and that he could not well turn her out again that night, fatigued and poorly as she appeared to him to be. He begged his mother to come to him for a day or two, in the emergency, or to send Decima. An undercurrent of conviction ran in Lionel's mind during the time of writing it that his mother would not come; he doubted even whether she would allow Decima to come.
It was I who chose Decima, not he; and therefore my father opposed it. To Decima and to Decima's family he could not have any possible objection in fact, he had not. But he liked to oppose his will to mine. I if I know anything of myself am the very reverse of self-willed, and I had always yielded to him.
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