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She knew she would get desperately tired of having to live up to John Derringham's standard, and a divorce in England would not be so easily obtained or so free from scandal, as her original one in America had been. But she must think well, and weigh the matter before plunging in. Mr. Hanbury-Green saw her hesitation and instantly applied another forceful note.
"How do you know all this?" asked Halcyone quietly, while her eyes smiled at his raillery. "Do I look such an old-fashioned blue-stocking, then?" "You look perfectly sweet," and John Derringham's expressive eyes confirmed what he said. "Enough, enough, John. Halcyone is quite unaccustomed to gallants from the world like you," the Professor growled.
It is such magnificent audacity don't you think so?" "Yes, indeed," agreed Halcyone. "All people have a right to obtain what they aspire to if they fit themselves for it." "That is one of Mr. Derringham's pet theories," Cora laughed. "He held forth one night, when I was staying at Wendover at Easter, about it and it was such fun.
John Derringham's eyes were growing more accustomed to the darkness, or Halcyone really had some magic power, for it seemed to him that he could see the divine features quite clearly. "She is saying," the soft voice of his companion whispered in his ear, "that all the things you will grasp with your hands are but dreams and the things that you now believe to be dreams are all real."
In any case, I could see, when they returned from their excursion in the gondola yesterday, that things were upon a very familiar footing between them. Mr. H.G. has none of Mr. Derringham's restraint or refinement, and, after M. E. had seen Mr. Derringham and, I presume, returned him his freedom, she had a terrible fit of hysterics, only calmed when Mr.
And Arabella stood there, her kind plain face crimson, and her brown eyes blinking pitifully behind her glasses. She was too fine to say anything, it would make the situation impossibly difficult if she invented an explanation. So she just blinked and finally, after placing the fresh flowers by Mr. Derringham's bed, she left the room by the door beyond.
Of doubt as to John Derringham's intentions towards her, or his love, she had none, but there were forces she knew which were strong and could injure people, and with all her fearlessness of them, they might have been capable of causing some trouble to her lover her lover who was ignorant of such things.
She was not feeling perfectly content this Good Friday afternoon. Something had happened since the evening before which had altered John Derringham's point of view towards her. She felt it distinctly with her senses, trained like an animal's, to scent the most subtle things in connection with herself.
But by the end of the afternoon John Derringham's face wore no smiles; a blank despair had settled upon him. They drove along the Arno and into the Gardens. It was warm and beautiful, but, so forceful is a hostile atmosphere created between two people, they both found it impossible to make conversation. Mrs. Cricklander was burning with rage and a sense of impotency.
As he listened, John Derringham's eyes flashed forth steel, but the pith of her speech had in it such divine portent, as it fell upon his ears, that the insult of its wording left him less roused than she hoped he would have been.
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