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Delafield had been endeavouring to peruse the countenance of Miss Henly in a vain effort to discover the effect produced by his warm exclamation; and these observations, which were made by the quick eye of friendship, entirely escaped his notice. "Maria is not well, Mr. Delafield," Charlotte said hastily. "I know your goodness will excuse me while I follow her."
At the word J.W.'s memory awoke, and he heard again what had been said in the living room at Delafield when he was last at home. A missionary! And here was the very chance they had all talked about. "Of course I should like to go, if you think I'll do," he said. Peter looked at him more kindly than was his wont. "My boy," he said, "I know something about you outside of business, though not much.
She began to talk again of the Delafield miniatures, using her fan the while with graceful deliberation; and presently they found the Duchess. "Is she an adventuress, or is she not?" thought Bury, as his hansom carried him away from Rutland Gate. "If she marries Jacob, it will be a queer business." Meanwhile the Duchess had dropped Julie Le Breton at Lady Henry's door.
De Chauxville raised his eyebrows with the resigned surprise of a man to whom no feminine humor is new. He brought forward a chair. "Will you sit?" he said, with exaggerated courtesy. "I have much to say to you. Besides, we have all the time. Your husband and his German friend are miles away. I passed Miss Delafield in the forest. She is not quite at home on her snow-shoes yet.
Miss Maggie Delafield was just turning away from a partner who was taking his congé, when she looked across the room and saw Steinmetz. He had only met her once, barely exchanging six words with her, and her frank, friendly bow was rather a surprise to him.
"It's decent, I suppose, to inquire after an old school-fellow?" "Exemplary. But there are things more amusing to talk about." Delafield was silent. Sir Wilfrid's fair mustaches approached his ear. "I had my interview with Mademoiselle Julie." "So I suppose. I hope you did some good." "I doubt it. Jacob, between ourselves, the little Duchess hasn't been a miracle of wisdom."
A strange pang convulsed her. She scarcely heard what Lady Henry was saying to Jacob Delafield. Yet the words were emphatic enough. "Much obliged to you, Jacob. But when I want your advice in my household affairs, I will ask it. You and Evelyn Crowborough have meddled a good deal too much in them already. Good-night. Hutton will get you a cab."
Delafield overcame the sudden emotion created by the surprise, and spoke. "I am sorry that you appear so ill, Mr. Morton, and I regret that you should have suffered so much in the cause of humanity, when one so much better able to undergo the fatigue, by constitution, should have remained an idle spectator, like myself."
He has no right to be there. I take all the risks all." "Well, at least for you, I am no hypocrite," she said, with a quivering lip. "You know what I am." "Yes, I know, and I am at your feet." The tears dropped from Julie's eyes. She turned away and hid her face against one of the piers of the wall. Delafield attempted no caress.
But as Delafield took the letter and began to read, her pulses began to flutter strangely. She recalled the phrases of passion which the letter contained. She became conscious of new fears, new compunctions. For Delafield, too, the moment was one of almost intolerable complexity.
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