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Seeing that Sabina Dinnett was now in paramount and triumphant possession of Raymond's mind, he felt thankful that his brother, by running on over this subject and concluding upon the whole question, had saved him the necessity for any direct reply. Whether he would have lied or no concerning Sabina, Raymond did not stop to consider. There is little doubt that he would.
He may be an inconsiderate and greedy bee but " Mr. Churchouse broke off, conscious that his simile would land him in difficulties. "No," he said, "we must not pursue this subject on a pagan or poetical basis. We are dealing with two young Christians, Missis Dinnett a man and a woman of good nurture and high principle.
She told the story of promise and betrayal and summed up with one agonised prophecy. "And now you'll cast her out you'll turn upon us and throw us out I know you will." "'Cast her out'? Good God of Mercy! Who am I to cast anybody out, Missis Dinnett? Shall an elderly and faulty fellow creature rise in judgment at the weakness of youth?
I am enormously busy and have to take up the threads of all poor Daniel was doing in the North. There is nobody but myself, in my opinion, who can go through with it. I return to London to-night." "But Sabina?" Raymond answered calmly. "Sabina Dinnett will hear from me during the next twenty-four hours," he said. Ernest gazed aghast.
Mrs. Dinnett came to the door, and said something that hardened the young man's heart again very rapidly. Sabina's mother was unfriendly. Since her daughter returned, she had learned all there was to know, and for the moment felt very antagonistic. She had already announced the betrothal to certain of her friends, and the facts that day had discovered made her both anxious and angry.
Sabina's mother was echoing her own secret uneasiness, but she lamented that others had marked it as well as herself. "He is in a very moody state, but never speaks of any change of mind to me." "Because he well knows you hold the purse," said Mrs. Dinnett.
But look here, Raymond, I do beg of you I implore of you not to be too friendly with Sabina Dinnett. You can't think how I should hate anything like that. It isn't fair it isn't fair to the woman, or to me, or to the family. You must see yourself that sort of thing isn't right.
"Nevertheless Mary Dinnett told me. She is a very impulsive person so is Sabina; but in Sabina's case there is brain power to control impulse; in her mother's case there is none." "I'm much annoyed," declared Miss Ironsyde "not of course, that you should know, but that there should be talking. Please go home and tell them both to be quiet.
You're one of the unlucky ones, you are, Abel Dinnett." Abel enjoyed the pudding; and still his mind dwelt more on future narration of this great incident than on the incident itself. With unconscious art, he felt that the moment when this tale was told, would be far greater for him than the moment when it happened. "I ain't unlucky, Mister Baggs.
But Mary Dinnett, despite the need to be sanguine and expeditious, permits herself an amount of obstinate melancholy which is most ill-judged and quite unjustified by the situation. Nothing will satisfy her. She scorns hope. She declines to take a cheerful view. She even confesses to a premonition they are not going to be married after all.
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