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The first thing he did that evening, when settled in their apartments near the British Museum, before applying himself to the beginning of the means by which success in life might be attained, was to go out in the direction of Ethelberta's door, leaving Faith unpacking the things, and sniffing extraordinary smoke-smells which she discovered in all nooks and crannies of the rooms.
Her fair features were firmly set, and she scarcely heeded the path in the concentration which had followed her paroxysm. When she reached the park proper she became aware of an excitement that was in progress there. Ethelberta's absence had become unaccountable to Lord Mountclere, who could hardly permit her retirement from his sight for a minute.
Christopher looked on at her for some time before she noticed him, and dimly perceived how vastly differed her homely suit and unstudied contour painfully unstudied to fastidious eyes from Ethelberta's well-arranged draperies, even from Picotee's clever bits of ribbon, by which she made herself look pretty out of nothing at all.
But the calmness was artificially done, and the astonishment that did not appear in Ethelberta's tones was expressed by her gaze. Christopher was not in a mood to draw fine distinctions between recognized and unrecognized organs of speech. He replied to the eyes.
By this time the door was opened, and before him stood Ethelberta's young brother Joey, thickly populated with little buttons, the remainder of him consisting of invisible green. 'Ah, Joseph, said Christopher, instantly recognizing the boy. 'What, are you here in office? Is your
He recognized the face as that of the young man whom he had encountered when watching Ethelberta's window from Rookington Park. 'Perhaps you remember seeing him at the Christmas dance at Wyndway? she inquired. 'He is a good-natured fellow. Afterwards he sent me that portfolio of sketches you see in the corner.
If Christopher became cold towards her sister he would not come to the house; if he continued to come it would really be as Ethelberta's lover altogether, a pretty game of perpetual check for Picotee. He did not make his appearance for several days.
That evening, while the wind was wheeling round and round the dwelling, and the calm eye of the lighthouse afar was the single speck perceptible of the outside world from the door of Ethelberta's temporary home, the music of songs mingled with the stroke of the wind across the iron railings, and was swept on in the general tide of the gale, and the noise of the rolling sea, till not the echo of a tone remained.
The occasion, the place, and their own condition, made them kin. Christopher had despised Ladywell, Ladywell had disliked Christopher; but a third item neutralized the other two it was their common lot. Christopher just nodded, for they had only met on Ethelberta's stairs. Ladywell nodded more, and spoke. 'The church appears to be interesting, he said. 'Yes.
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