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He was very late, but he had waited in the vestibule, in order not to attract attention, until the people began singing a hymn, "Jesus, Lover of my Soul," to the tune of "When the Swallows Homeward Fly." He was a distinctly handsome man. He looked much younger than Maria's mother, his wife. People said that Harry Edgham's wife might, from her looks, have been his mother.
Nothing could exceed Harry Edgham's tenderness to his motherless little girl. He was always contriving something for her pleasure and comfort; but Maria, when her father laughed, regarded him with covert wonder and reproach. Her aunt Maria continued to live with them, and kept the house. Aunt Maria was very capable.
Meantime, while the lights of the car disappeared up the avenue, Maria, Wollaston, and Gladys Mann searched for the house in which had lived Ida Edgham's cousin. At last they found it, mounted the steps, and rang the bell. It was an apartment-house. After a little the door opened of itself. "My!" said Gladys, but she followed Wollaston and Maria inside.
"Never mind," Lily said, cheerfully, when they had reached the Ramsey gate and returned to the Edgham's, and the handkerchief was not forthcoming, "it was an old one, anyway. Good-night." She knew quite well that George Edgham would do what he did walk home with her the few steps between her house and Maria's, and that Maria would not hesitate to say good-night and enter her own door.
After this she treated Aunt Maria stiffly, and she watched both her and her father. There was surely nothing in Harry Edgham's behaviour to warrant a belief that he contemplated marrying his deceased wife's sister. Sometimes he even, although in a kindly fashion, poked fun at her, in Maria's presence. But Aunt Maria never knew it; she was, in fact, impervious to that sort of thing.
There is nothing at all to be ashamed of, only " He hesitated. "What?" asked Lily. "Well, to tell you the truth, Lily," he said then, "it does look to me as if Miss Edgham's headache was only another way of telling me she did not wish to see me." "Oh, I guess not," said Lily.
She herself never felt sleepy; it was even hard for her to sleep when at last her father had returned and she went to bed. Often after she had fallen asleep her heart seemed to sting her awake. Maria grew thinner than ever. Somebody called Harry Edgham's attention to the fact, and he got some medicine for her to take.
People in Edgham aped city society, they even talked about the "four hundred." The newly wedded pair were frequent guests of honor at dinners and receptions, and Ida herself was a member of the Edgham's Woman's Club, and that took her out a good deal. Maria was rather lonely. Finally the added state and luxury of her life, which had at first pleased her, failed to do so.
"But, you see, I am really busy a good many evenings with accounts, and I don't go out very much." Lily reflected that he had come to call on Maria, in spite of being busy, but she said nothing. She placed Maria's vacant chair for him beside the sitting-room stove. "It is a hard storm," she said. "Very. It is a queer night for Miss Edgham's aunt to go out, it seems to me." "Mrs.
Lee's face changed, not so much color but expression. "Oh, you are Miss Edgham's sister?" he exclaimed. "Yes. I am her sister her half-sister." "Let me see; you are in the senior class." "Yes," replied Evelyn. Then she added, "Did you remember my sister?" "Oh yes," replied Wollaston. "We used to go to school together." "She cannot have altered," said Evelyn.
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