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"Your mother particularly wishes you to come over to us before the end of the week, and to bring Edith. Your grandfather will be here, and he is becoming so infirm that he will never come to us for another Christmas. Of course you will stay over the new year." Though the letter was full of Mr Crawley and his affairs there was not a word in it about Grace. This, however, was quite natural.
Edith, though she had revived, hardly felt strong enough for horseback, and Dudleigh's arm was sufficiently painful to make him prefer as great a degree of quiet as possible. When the carriage came, therefore, it was with feelings of great relief that they took their seats and prepared to go back.
"I'll leave you down there for another day or two, and then I'll get you up to do some stunts. Mind you, I mean a proper marriage with Miss Edith, Professor! The Waif will run us up to the German missionary station while you take charge here for your affectionate son-in-law."
"He has lovely eyes," said Katherine comfortingly, "and handsome men are always vain. Even Ned is. I have to snub him regularly. But I think you'll like him." Edith thought so too when Ned Ellison appeared that night. He was a handsome off-handed young fellow, who seemed to admire Katherine immensely, and be a little afraid of her into the bargain.
Wiggins, on his part, with his quick, vigilant eyes, did not fail to mark at once the change that had come over Edith. He saw the first glance of pity, and then the transition to coldness deepening into hate. Until then there had seemed a spell upon him which fixed his gaze on Edith, but now the spell was suddenly broken.
"You've given me a new lease on life. I'll get well now in no time. I've just got to get well!" "I was telling him about Edith," explained Parmalee. "Edith!" exclaimed Ruth. "Isn't she just the dearest girl? So you've taken Allen into the secret too? Go and get her picture and let him see what a darling she is." Parmalee, nothing loth, rose and left the room.
When Edith reached the hospital that evening she found Jimmy in high spirits. He was dressed for the first time, and assured her that he was quite able to return to work if the doctor would let him, but the nurse shook her head. "You ought to stay here for another week or ten days," she admonished him. "Nothing doing," cried Jimmy. "I'll be out of here Monday at the latest."
You don't understand, Edith. The Artist must work when the inspiration seizes him. 'Of course, I know all that, Bruce; but it's six months since you had the inspiration. 'Ah, but it isn't that only; but the trend of public taste is so bad it gets worse and worse. Good heavens, I can't write down to the level of the vulgar public! 'But can you write at all?
Edith meant to be very cold, but her voice was choked as she replied, "I can forgive you, Arthur, but to forget is harder far. And still even that might be possible were I the only one whom you have wronged; but Nina how could you prove so faithless to your marriage vow?" "Edith," and Arthur spoke almost sternly. "You would not have me live with Nina as she is now."
So, praying to God to preserve your health, I rest your dutiful and loving niece, "Edith Bellenden. "Postscriptum. A party of soldiers have last night brought your friend, young Mr Henry Morton of Milnwood, hither as a prisoner. I conclude you will be sorry for the young gentleman, and, therefore, let you know this, in case you may think of speaking to Colonel Grahame in his behalf.
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