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Updated: June 25, 2025
Delia's face flamed again as she thought of the most humiliating incident of her childhood; when Grandmamma, unable, to do anything with her screaming and stamping self, had sent in despair for a stalwart young footman, and ordered him to "carry Miss Delia up to the nursery."
She looked up quietly and her eyes met Delia's; in hers a steely ardour, in Delia's a certain trouble. "Well, we want some cheering up," said the girl, rather wearily. "Those two last meetings were pretty depressing! and so were the bye-elections." She was thinking of the two open-air meetings at Brownmouth and Frimpton.
Delia's room was at the top of the house a garret with a window looking across the red-tiled roofs of the town to the distant meadows, through which glistened the crooked silver line of the river Dorn.
"Well, if you want money " he said at last, putting down a riviere which had belonged to Delia's mother "That alone will give you some thousands!" Delia's eyes danced with satisfaction then darkened. "That was Mamma's.
"Delia Dosson, do you realise that if it hadn't been for Mr. Flack we would never have had that picture, and that if it hadn't been for that picture I should never have got engaged?" "It would have been better if you hadn't, if that's the way you're going to behave. Nothing would induce me to go with you." This was what suited Francie, but she was nevertheless struck by Delia's rigour.
There was nothing remarkable in Gaston's and Delia's farewell. She thought he looked worn, and ought to have change, showing in every word that she trusted him, and was anxious that he should be, as she put it gaily, "comfy." She was composed. The cleverest men are blind in the matter of a woman's affections; and Gaston was only a mere man, after all.
He had a long interview with her, and as he afterwards confessed to Lady Tonbridge, he had rarely put his best powers forward to so little purpose. Miss Marvell did not attempt to deny that she was coming to live at Maumsey in defiance of the wishes of Delia's father and guardian, and of the public opinion of those who were to be henceforward Delia's friends and neighbours.
That these tastes were somewhat prescribed in their manifestation was no witness against their genuineness. It must be confessed that Miss Delia's preference was for the sentimental, though she would have modestly shrunk from hearing it thus baldly stated, and, naturally, for poetry above prose.
"Explain nothin'!" Dan reddened swiftly. "Excuse me, Miss. Delia's no more of a hand at askin' questions than me, and she's a good judge of people. She can tell you're a lady in a minute, and she'll make you more than welcome if you can put up with the plainness of everything. I'll have you there in ten minutes." Dan was as good as his word, and Willa found that he had spoken truly.
But Delia was still a "Daughter of Revolt" apparently unrepentant; that dangerous fanatic, her pretended chaperon, was still in constant correspondence with her; the papers teemed with news of militant outrages, north, south, east and west; and riotous doings were threatened for the meetings of Parliament by Delia's Society. On all these matters Delia shut her proud lips.
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