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Perhaps I might be pardoned for doing so, if I spoke with with a desire for your friendly sympathy. But there is more than that in my mind. The day is come, Miss Denyer, when I am able to say what I would gladly have said before our parting at Naples, if it had been justifiable in me. That is rather a long time ago, but the feeling I then had has only increased in the meanwhile.
For two or three days only; then she began to have a pronounced opinion on the subject. It was monstrous that he should stay under this roof and sit at this table, after what had happened. He had no delicacy; he was behaving as no gentleman could. It was high time that her mother spoke to him. Mrs. Denyer solemnly invited the young man to a private interview. "Mr.
"Wolf!" cried Barbara, petulantly. "Well, I can see that the wolf has come at last, in good earnest. My girl, you'll have to become more serious Barbara, you at all events, cannot afford to trifle." "I am no trifler!" cried the enthusiast for Italian unity and regeneracy. "Let us have proof of that, then." Mrs. Denyer looked at her meaningly.
She had been throwing out her gracious signals unperceived for at least five minutes before Lady Maulevrier responded, so entirely was that lady absorbed in her conversation with Lord Denyer; but she caught the look at last, and rose, as if moved by the same machinery which impelled her hostess, and then, graceful as a swan sailing with the current, she drifted down the room to the distant door, and headed the stately procession of matronly velvet and diamonds, herself at once the most regal and the most graceful figure in that bevy of fair woman.
"I give you my assurance that the meeting was purely by chance, and that our conversation was solely of indifferent matters of art, of Pompeii, and so on." "Perhaps you are not aware," resumed Mrs. Denyer, with a smile that made caustic comment on this apology, "that, when we sit at table, your eyes are directed to Miss Doran with a frequency that no one can help observing."
"If you will forgive me for speaking of my private circumstances, Miss Denyer, I should like to tell you that for some years I have enjoyed only a very restricted income; a bachelor's allowance really it amounted to nothing more than that.
Denyer," replied Clifford, in a friendly tone, "there has been a misunderstanding between us, but I am very far from reconciling myself to the thought that everything is at an end. My remaining surely proves that." "I should have thought so. But in that case I am obliged to ask you another question. What can you mean by paying undisguised attentions to another young lady who is living here?"
And then she suspected that Madeline Denyer had something more than friendship for Mr. Marsh, and her sympathies were moved. "What sort of weather did you leave in England?" Mrs. Denyer inquired, when the artist was seated next to her. "I came away from London on the third day of absolute darkness," replied Mr. Marsh, genially. "Oh dear!" exclaimed Mrs.
Denyer had died possessed of, it would certainly be nothing more than a provision for the present. When they spoke of taking a lodger for their first floor, Mr. Musselwhite agreed that this was a good thought, whilst shaking his gentlemanly head over the necessity. He came again and again, always sadly sympathetic.
Denyer had reached the point to which her remarks were from the first directed, and it was not her intention to spare the young man's susceptibilities. She had long ago gauged him, and not inaccurately on the whole; it seemed to her that he was of the men who can be "managed." "I fail to understand you," said Marsh, with dignity.
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