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"That is good-natured on your part." "I'm sure what I say would be for the good of society; but at this time of the year a dinner is warm and comfortable." "Very comfortable, I think." "And people get to know each other;" in saying which Miss Demolines looked very pleasantly up into Johnny's face. "There is a great deal in that," said he. "I wonder whether you and I will get to know each other."
Now Miss Demolines, though she was hardly to be called beautiful, was at any rate remarkable. She had large, dark, well-shaped eyes, and very dark hair, which she wore tangled about in an extraordinary manner, and she had an expressive face, a face made expressive by the owner's will.
Why should not Dalrymple paint Miss Van Siever as well as any other lady? It is his special business to paint ladies." "Look here, Mr Eames " And now Miss Demolines, as she spoke, drew her own seat closer to that of her companion and pushed away the little table.
When the question of easels and other apparatus came to be considered Mrs Broughton was rather flustered, and again declared with energy that the whole thing must fall to the ground; but a few more words from the painter restored her, and at last the arrangements were made. As Mrs Dobbs Broughton's dear friend, Madalina Demolines had said, Mrs Dobbs Broughton liked a fevered existence.
He was a little too quick for old Lady Demolines, the skirt of whose night-dress, as it seemed to Johnny, he saw whisking away, in at another door. It was nothing, however, to him if old Lady Demolines, who was always too ill to be seen, chose to roam about her own house in her night-dress.
He did keep his appointment with Miss Demolines, and was with her almost precisely at the hour she had named. She received him with a mysterious tranquillity which almost perplexed him. He remembered, however, that the way to enjoy the society of Miss Demolines was to take her in all her moods with perfect seriousness, and was therefore very tranquil himself.
On the morning after his visit to Miss Demolines, John Eames found himself at the Paddington Station asking for a ticket for Guestwick, and as he picked up his change another gentleman also demanded a ticket for the same place. Had Guestwick been as Liverpool or Manchester, Eames would have thought nothing about it.
And, moreover, as Johnny bethought himself at this crisis of his fate, Lady Demolines was no doubt at the other side of the drawing-room door, ready to stop him, should he attempt to run away. In the meantime the sobs on the sofa became violent, and still more violent.
If his stories, as stories, are not of enthralling interest or of very artfully constructed plots, their craftsmanship in this respect leaves very little to complain of. And he can sometimes, as in the Stanhope family of Barchester Towers, in Mrs. Proudie passim, in Madalina Demolines, and in others, draw characters very little removed from those who live with us for ever.
I must not tell you more now, and if you do not believe me, I cannot help it. Surely, Mr Eames, my word may be taken as going for something? And when I ask you to help me in this, I do expect that you will not refuse me." By this time Miss Demolines was sitting close to him, and had more than once put her hand upon his arm in the energy of her eloquence.
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