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Put yourself in Romayne's place, and tell me this. If you had left Stella " "I should never have left her, Mrs. Eyrecourt." "Be quiet. You don't know what you would have done. I insist on your supposing yourself to be a weak, superstitious, conceited, fanatical fool. You understand? Now, tell me, then.
Don't try to dismiss the question by laughing at my morbid fancies. Morbid fancies are realities to a man like me. Remember the doctor's words, Loring. Think of a new face, seen in your house! Think of a look that searched my heart for the first time!" Lord Loring glanced once more at the clock on the mantel-piece. The hands pointed to the dinner hour. "Miss Eyrecourt?" he whispered.
Not one word on the subject of religion has passed between Mr. Romayne and myself " "I beg your pardon," Mrs. Eyrecourt interposed, "I am afraid I fail to follow you. My silent son-in-law looks as if he longed to smother me, and my attention is naturally distracted. You were about to say ?" "I was about to say, dear Mrs. Eyrecourt, that you are alarming yourself without any reason.
This startled me, and I suppose I showed it. "Wait a little," said Mrs. Eyrecourt. "There is nothing to be alarmed about. But he has, unless I am entirely mistaken, some small sense of shame, and some little human feeling still left. After the manner in which he has behaved, these are the merest possibilities, you will say. Very likely. I have boldly appealed to those possibilities nevertheless.
By the next evening the malady had assumed so formidable an aspect that the doctor had his doubts of the patient's chance of recovery. With her husband's full approval, Stella remained night and day at her mother's bedside. Thus, in a little more than a month from the day of his marriage, Romayne was, for the time, a lonely man again. The illness of Mrs. Eyrecourt was unexpectedly prolonged.
By to-morrow evening I hope to present my respects to you. Mr. Bitrake to Father Benwell. SIR The inquiries which I have instituted at your request have proved successful in one respect. I am in a position to tell you that events in Mr. Winterfield's life have unquestionably connected him with the young lady named Miss Stella Eyrecourt.
He had evidently seen Miss Eyrecourt at the moment when she first noticed him; and he too showed signs of serious agitation. His face flushed deeply, and his eyes expressed, not merely surprise, but distress. He turned to his friend. "This place is hot," he said; "let us get out of it!" "My dear Winterfield!" the friend remonstrated, "we haven't seen half the pictures yet."
Grateful as she was to her mother, no persuasion would induce Stella to leave Ten Acres and amuse herself in London. Mrs. Eyrecourt said, with melancholy and metaphorical truth, "There is no elasticity left in my child." On a dim gray morning, mother and daughter sat by the fireside, with another long day before them. "Where is that contemptible husband of yours?" Mrs.
It ended in our appealing to a house-agent at St. Germain. His estimate appeared to me to be quite reasonable. But it exceeded the pecuniary limit mentioned by Mrs. Eyrecourt. I had known the Villerays long enough to be in no danger of offending them by proposing a secret arrangement which permitted me to pay the difference. So that difficulty was got over in due course of time.
"The failure of the mother's health may happen in my absence," she continued; "and Mr. Romayne will ask you to look after the family, from time to time, while I am away." "I will do it with pleasure, Miss Eyrecourt. Is Romayne likely to be here to-night?" She smiled brightly, and looked away. The Major's curiosity was excited he looked in the same direction.
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