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She is such a charming girl," and John Derringham looked over to where she sat, still dangling a pair of blue satin feet from the high chair. And inwardly Mrs. Cricklander burned. Cora was a second cousin of her divorced husband, and belonged by birth to that inner cream of New York society which she hated in her heart.
He was not buried in that outer circle of oblivion from which the thoughts unconsciously shy as we bury our dead, their going so shrouded in pain that we long to blot out the memory of them. John Derringham was always with her. She prayed for his welfare with the fervor and purity of her sweet soul. He was her spirit lover still. He could never really belong to any other woman, she knew.
Some instinct told her that in his home circle he would probably have been accustomed to worthy, punctual women, and, while she enjoyed tantalizing him, she knew that he had a nasty temper and could not be provoked too far. No bonds of honor or chivalry would control his actions as they would those of John Derringham. She was dealing with as lawless a being as herself, and it was very refreshing.
As yet I believe she is unaware of this person's existence. We have done everything we can for Mr. Derringham with the most erudite conversation. I have been up half of the night ascertaining facts upon all sorts of classical subjects, as that seems to be more than ever the bent of his mind in these last two visits. However, all the interesting guests are leaving on Tuesday afternoon. Mr.
"It is what I have come at post-haste from Venice to do, Master," John Derringham said. "Mrs. Cricklander was kind enough to release me on Saturday evening she has other views, it seems!" and he laughed with his old boyish gayety. "Well, I won't keep you," Cheiron answered. "Bring my little girl back to the hotel when these gates shut.
He was frankly in love, and meant to leave no stone unturned to oust John Derringham from his position as fiancé of the lady John Derringham, whom he hated from the innermost core of his heart! Mrs. Cricklander fenced with him admirably.
John Derringham closed his eyes his powers of reasoning were not strong enough yet to grasp the actual meaning of this it seemed to him as though Halcyone were dead, taken away from him by some fate and that all things were at an end. Arabella grew very frightened. "Mr. Carlyon telegraphs from London every day," she ventured to announce.
She had made one stipulation with him before they landed, and this was one which in the future little as she knew it then would rob her of all her triumph over John Derringham, and plant an everlasting and bitter sting in her breast. She insisted that, as she did not wish to create a nine days' wonder, no mention of his engagement to herself should be made public by Mr.
And if his voice in his honest excitement would have sounded a little cockney in Arabella's cultured ears, Cecilia Cricklander did not notice it. On the contrary, she thought the whole thing was the finest-sounding harangue she had ever heard in her life. He went on to say that he could not live without her, and implored her to throw over John Derringham and promise to be his wife.
"I do not know that there is occasion for that," Halcyone remarked, "it is all a level thing which does not matter. You are Mr. Carlyon's guest and I expect will be staying some time " "So you will have to put up with me!" and John Derringham laughed, furious now with himself for his increasing irritation.
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