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Updated: May 26, 2025
It was Evie's first experience of luxurious travelling, and she told herself with a sigh that it was very, very comfortable. Much more comfortable than shivering in a draughty third class carriage, and changing three times over to wait in still more draughty stations!
"I'm sure I don't know," was Evie's truthful response, as she flitted about the dining-room table arranging the flowers before luncheon. "Your uncle thinks you do," Mrs. Jarrott said, leaning languidly back in an arm-chair. Her tone and manner implied that the matter had nothing to do with her, though she was willing to speak of it.
To Miriam she was content to say, "There's something! and I sha'n't get to the bottom of it till we're married." Of the opening thus unexpectedly offered her Miriam made full use, pointing out the folly or verifying suspicions after marriage rather than before. "Well, I'm going to do it, do you see?" was Evie's only reply. "I know it will be all right in the end."
"I wouldn't do anything rash, Billy. Suppose you were to leave it to me?" "What good would that do? If that old witch is putting it round, the only thing for Evie and me to do is to contradict her." "Has Evie ever given you an idea that anything was wrong?" "Evie's been the devil. I don't mind saying it to you, because you understand the kind of devil she'd be. But Lord! I don't care.
Bud's eyes were following the horses as they moved away in the wake of the barn-hand. "It's pretty bad?" "An' gettin' worse." Bud's eyes came back to his partner's face. They gazed steadily into it. "Can't you tell me now? Evie's in there with Nan," he added significantly. Bud shook his head. "It's a big yarn, an' needs time. But " He paused, searching the other's face. "Go right on."
Wilcox for doing himself proud. All those Ducie Street houses are beautiful in their modern way, and I can't think why he doesn't keep on with it. But it's really for Evie that he went there, and now that Evie's going to be married " "Ah!" "You've never seen Miss Wilcox, Frieda. How absurdly matrimonial you are!" "But sister to that Paul?" "Yes." "And to that Charles," said Mrs. Munt with feeling.
The place turned out to be in the wrong part of Shropshire, and though he never ran down his own property to others, he was only waiting to get it off his hands, and then to let fly. Evie's marriage was its last appearance in public. As soon as a tenant was found, it became a house for which he never had had much use, and had less now, and, like Howards End, faded into Limbo.
He lifted his hat to Kit, with one foot on the lower step, while Mr. Robbins called up: "Mr. Howard, my dear, our fruit expert from Washington, whom I was expecting." And Kit bowed, blushing furiously and wishing with all her heart she might have silenced Evie's audible and disappointed ejaculation: "Didn't he hook huckleberries after all?"
There was no change in their mutual relation; it was only that Evie was caught up into the glory of the coming winter, and had no time for the apartment in Fifty-ninth Street. It was with double pleasure, therefore, that Miriam responded one day to Evie's invitation to "come and look at my things," which meant an inspection of the frocks and hats that had just come home.
Needless to say, one of the best was addressed to a country parsonage especially dear to Evie's heart, and was accompanied by a parcel of presents, which had not been lightly bought, but worked by loving fingers during long hours of convalescence.
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