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Denyer had been telegraphed for; a reply had come, saying that she would be home very soon, but already a much longer time than was necessary had passed, and she did not arrive. Zillah sat by the bed weeping, or knelt in prayer. "If your mother does not come," Cecily said to her, "I will stay all night. It's impossible for you to be left alone." "She must surely come; and Barbara too.
This evening she took her usual place, and at length had the tormenting gratification of seeing Mr. Musselwhite approach in the usual way. Though sitting next to him at dinner, she had said nothing of what would happen on the morrow; the present was a better opportunity. "You have no book this evening, Miss Denyer!" "No." "No headache, I hope?" "Yes, I have a little headache."
"I don't venture to leave her for more than a few minutes." "Mrs. Denyer is away!" "Yes; she is staying at Sir Roland's, in Lincolnshire. Barbara and her husband are there, and they sent her an invitation." "But haven't you a nurse?" "I'm afraid I shall be obliged to find one." "Can I help you to-night? Do let me.
Denyer was not wholly without consolation in her troubles about Clifford Marsh. On the following morning, as she and her daughters were going out, they came face to face with a gentleman who was announcing to the servant his wish to see Miss Doran. Naturally they all glanced at him. Would he be admitted? With much presence of mind, Madeline exclaimed, "Oh dear, mamma! I have forgotten that letter.
Musselwhite never spoke of coming to Southampton; his letters ended with "Sincere regards to Miss Denyer and the other young ladies," but they contained nothing that was more to the point. He wrote about the weather chiefly. Arrived in London, Mrs. Denyer at once sent an invitation, and to her annoyance this remained unanswered. To-day the explanation was forthcoming; Mr.
'Do you really think it was acting? inquired Lord Denyer, affecting a youthful candour and trustfulness which at his age, and with his experience, he could hardly be supposed to possess. 'I know it, replied the doctor. 'I watched her while she was talking of Maulevrier, and I saw just one bead of perspiration break out on her upper lip an unmistakable sign of the mental struggle.
Cecily could not take her gaze from the blank visage; she thought unceasingly of the bright, confident girl she had known years ago, and the sunny shore of Naples. The doctor looked in at nine o'clock. He stayed only a few minutes. At half-past ten there came a loud knocking at the house-door, and the servant admitted Mrs. Denyer, who was alone.
Resolutely did she ascend to her bedroom, promptly did she pack her box. Almost before Mrs. Denyer could realize the disaster that had befallen, her house was servantless. She again sat in the back parlour, gazing blankly at the table, when there came the sound of the house-door opening, followed by a light tread in the passage. "Barbara!" called Mrs. Denyer. Barbara presented herself.
Infinitely bored by the whiskerless attaché, who had entered upon a disquisition on the genius of Rossini as compared with this new man Meyerbeer, her ladyship made believe to hear, while she listened intently to the confidential murmurs of the group on the hearthrug, the little knot of personages clustered round Lord Denyer.
I wish to heaven poor little Mad could get married! Hasn't Marsh any prospects yet?" "That's all at an end," remarked Madeline, interrupting. "We've just come to an understanding." Mrs. Denyer stared. "You've broken off?" "Mr. Marsh's allowance is to be stopped. His prospects are worse than ever. What's the good of keeping up our engagement?" There was a confused colloquy between all four.
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