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That spontaneous act of sympathy had pierced straight through her armour of reserve and found its way to her heart. Her face, as she passed on down the aisle by her husband's side, was wonderfully softened, and even Mrs. Ermsted found no gibe to fling after her. The smile that quivered on Stella's lips was full of an unconscious pathos that disarmed all criticism.
"By Jove, how late it is! Your latest protégée will be here immediately. You must have been aching to tell me to go for the last half-hour. You silly saint! Why didn't you?" "I have no wish for you to go, dear," responded Mrs. Ralston tranquilly. "All my visitors are an honour to my house." Mrs. Ermsted sprang to her feet with a swift, elastic movement. "Mary, I love you!" she said.
Ermsted, shutting her matchbox with a spiteful click. "You stayed down last hot weather." "Gerald was not well and couldn't leave his post," said Mrs. Ralston. "That was different. I felt he needed me." "And so you nearly killed yourself to satisfy the need," commented Mrs. Ermsted. "I sometimes think you are rather a fine woman, notwithstanding appearances." She glanced at the watch on her wrist.
Ralston with a wistful mist in her faded eyes. "'Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null," scoffed little Mrs. Ermsted upon whose cheeks there bloomed a faint fixed glow. Yes, she was splendid. Even the most hostile had to admit it. On that, the day of her final victory, she surpassed herself.
Tommy, though regretful, consoled himself by the ready means of the station's gaieties, played tennis with zest, inaugurated a gymkhana, and danced practically every night into the early morning. He was a delightful companion for little Tessa Ermsted who followed him everywhere and was never snubbed, an inquiring mind notwithstanding.
"Oh, don't don't! This is another age. We have advanced since then." "Have we?" he said sombrely. "And do you think the India of to-day can be governed by weakness any more successfully than the India of Nicholson's time? You have no idea what you say when you talk like that. Ermsted is not the first Englishman to be killed in this State.
"I thought I did once." "You did," he asserted staunchly. "You do! Don't tell me otherwise, for I shan't believe you if you do! What kind friend told you? I want to know." "Oh, it was only little Tessa. You mustn't blame her. She was full of indignation, poor child. Her mother taunted her with it. You know or perhaps you don't know what Netta Ermsted is."
Some even hinted that matters had at one time approached very near to a climax, but Ralph Dacre knew how to handle difficult situations, and with considerable tact had managed to avoid it. Little Mrs. Ermsted, though still willing to flirt, treated him with just a tinge of disdain, now-a-days; no one knew wherefore.
"Nor content to occupy even a front one at the same show for long," she observed. "I marvel to see him caught in the noose so easily." "None but an adventuress could have done it," declared Mrs. Ermsted. "She has practised the art of slinging the lasso before now." "My dear," said Mrs. Ralston, "forgive me, but that is unworthy of you." Mrs. Ermsted flicked an eyelid in Mrs.
She took no part in the gaieties of the station, but her widow's mourning made it easy for her to hold aloof. Undoubtedly she earned Lady Harriet's approval by so doing, but Mrs. Ermsted continued to look at her askance, notwithstanding the fact that her small daughter had developed a warm liking for the sister of her beloved Tommy. "Wait till she gets back to Kurrumpore," said Mrs. Ermsted.
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