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That great lady, having expected to find that Molly had, acting on her advice, abandoned Mrs. Delaport Green, was quite disappointed in the girl when she met them still together in London, and so she extended her frigidity to both of them. "And you are enjoying yourself?" Edmund went on. "Come, let us sit behind those palms. You look as if things were going smoothly." "It is delightful."
Molly had two chief reasons for it. First, she was in his power to a dangerous extent and he might ruin her if he chose; secondly, she was afraid of his influence chiefly of the influence of his prayers and she dreaded still more that he should persuade her to ruin herself. One evening Molly had been with Mrs. Delaport Green and two young men to a play.
Molly made no comment, although in her heart she was very angry with Mrs. Delaport Green. Her quick "Good-night" was very cordially returned by the other two. "Now tell me something more about Miss Molly Dexter," said Rose, sinking on to a tiny footstool at Lady Groombridge's feet as soon as they were alone.
Delaport Green and a girl I don't know very dark and thin." Edmund growled and fidgeted. "Horrid vulgar little woman," he muttered between his teeth, "pushes herself in everywhere, and I suppose she has got the heiress with her." "Don't be so cross, Edmund," said Lady Rose. "Who is the heiress?" "Oh! a Miss Dickson not Dickson what is it?
Delaport Green turned expectantly to the footman. "Are we to wait for any one else?" "No, ma'am; Lady Rose Bright and the two gentlemen have started in the other carriage." They drove off. "I am so glad it is Lady Rose Bright." Molly hardly heard the words. "I have so wished to know her," Adela went on joyfully, "and she has had such an interesting story and so extraordinary."
Molly and her mother, the Delaport Greens, and many others were grouped in his mind as he purled the smoke disdainfully from his cigar. Something in Molly's walk by his side just now had made him see again the old woman with her quick, alert movements in the garden at Florence; after all they were cut from the same piece, the old wicked woman and the slight, dark girl with the curious eyes.
"Miss Dexter," he said very slowly, "I was given to understand when you came to us in the winter that you were a young lady wanting a home and some amusement in London. But I had no notion that there was any question of payment in the case, and I must now ask you to tell me exactly what you have paid to Mrs. Delaport Green since first you made her acquaintance."
Lady Rose Bright was faintly disturbed on Tuesday morning, and came into Lady Groombridge's sitting-room after Mrs. Delaport Green and Molly had left the castle too preoccupied to notice the tall figure of Grosse in a far window. This room had happily escaped all Georgian gorgeousness of decoration, and the backs of the books, a fine eighteenth-century collection, stood flush to the walls.
Delaport Green in a voice of some impatience as she scanned the landscape in search of Rose. "Dear me, where has Rose gone to? and she knew how much I wanted to have a talk with her before dinner. And I wanted to tell her not to let our clergyman speak about incense and candles. He was more tiresome than usual after Rose was here last time." Mrs.
And yet, Adela Delaport Green had expected him to propose even in the season, but then, what might not the Adela Delaport Greens of life suspect and expect without the slightest foundation? Could Molly herself say firmly and without delusion that Edmund had treated her badly? How she wished she could!
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