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I went in a fit of lunacy. I went because I thought Miss Elvan was there. They told me at her Chelsea lodgings that she had gone to St. Jean de Luz. This was on the day after she came into the shop with you. I had been seeing her. We met here and there, when she was sketching. I went crazy. Don't for a moment think the fault was hers don't dream of anything of the kind.
"I'm not extravagant; I can live here very comfortably. And there's a pleasure in the thought that one's work not only may succeed but must." "I'm sure I hope so," replied Bertha, "but where's the must?" "What am I to do if it doesn't?" asked Miss Elvan, with her sweet smile, and in a tone of irresistible argument. "True," conceded her humorous friend. "There's no other way out of the difficulty."
"Angelic!" "Well why not? There are girls with angelic faces. Don't I know one?" Warburton, who had been sitting with a leg over the arm of his chair suddenly changed his position. "That reminds me," he said. "I came across the Pomfrets in Switzerland." "Where? When?" "At Trient ten days ago. I spent three or four days with them. Hasn't Miss Elvan mentioned it?"
When it was time for Bertha to walk home wards, Rosamund put her hat on, and they went out together. Turning to the west, they passed along Cheyne Walk, and paused awhile by old Chelsea Church. The associations of the neighbourhood moved Miss Elvan to a characteristic display of enthusiasm. Delightful to live here! A joy to work amid such memories, of ancient and of latter time! "I must get Mr.
"Why didn't you look in yesterday? Miss Elvan ought to have told you that it does me good to see an Englishman. Here for a holiday? Blazing hot, but it won't last long. South wind. My wife can't stand it. She's here because of the doctors, but it's all humbug; there are lots of places in England would suit her just as well, and perhaps better. Let's have some tea, Alice, there's a good girl. Mr.
Of her own abilities she thought very modestly in deed, and had always been surprised when any one consented to pay oftener in shillings than in pounds for work which had cost her an infinity of conscientious trouble; now, however, she suspected that she had done something not altogether bad, and she spoke of it in a letter to Rosamund Elvan, still in the country of the Basques.
In the little bay-windowed parlour, Bertha Cross and Rosamund Elvan sat talking confidentially. "Now, do confess," urged she of the liquid eyes and sentimental accent. "This is a little plot of yours all in kindness, of course. You thought it best you somehow brought him to it?" Half laughing, Bertha shook her head. "I haven't seen him for quite a long time.
You see, sir, just here a ridge of elvan crops up through the slate; the rock, out yonder, is good elvan, and that is why the sea has made an island of it, wearing away the softer stuff inshore. The mischief here lies in the rock, not in the light-house." "The sea has weakened our base?" "Partly: but the light-house has done more.
She retreated to her bedroom, and there passed the greater part of the day. But in the evening curiosity overcame her sullenness. Having obtained as much information about the artist's marriage as Bertha could give her, she relieved herself in an acrimonious criticism of him and Miss Elvan. "I never liked to say what I really thought of that girl," were her concluding words.
Rosamund Elvan is the most beautiful girl I ever saw, and the sweetest, and the brightest, and the altogether flooringest! And, by heaven and earth, I'm resolved to marry her!" As he sat musing, The Art World still in his hand, Warburton could hear his friend's voice ring out that audacious vow.
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