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"Well?" inquired Bessie, alert, her suspicious, bright eyes upon her sister, who appeared a little pale of face, a little languid of manner, the effect of going without her tea, perhaps. "Well?" Deleah echoed. "I don't suppose it's a secret. Mama, I don't suppose Deleah has been sent for by Sir Francis Forcus for anything she can't tell!"
She had chosen between comfort, luxury, the approval and adulation of the world, with Reggie Forcus, and the hard up-hill fight for bare existence, with liberty and her own self-respect; and choosing, as she knew, well, she had felt herself to have grown in mental and spiritual stature. "What has happened to me?" she asked of herself. "I feel like going out to fight battles, to-night."
The letter in which Deleah, in her most careful handwriting and in formal language, set forth her prayer that for her mother's sake Sir Francis Forcus, who had already shown her family such generous kindness, should buy off her brother Bernard; he, having left Mr.
The boy must play his own game." "Francis!" unbounded astonishment sat on the good, plain face of Ada Forcus. Her brother left his place on the hearthrug, and walked over to the broad window at the end of the room. He stood there, tall, and fine, and upright, his back to her, his hands lightly clasped behind him.
Day explained to Franky that instead of having more tart, at that time of night, he must go to bed; and Bessie with excitement started a new idea. "I suppose that was what he came here for," she cried. "Sir Francis called, and found Reggie Forcus with me," she explained, turning to the boarder. "He came here spying upon me.
"The end, William?" "The end of the year. When the bills come in." "How did you think Bessie looked to-night?" "I thought my little Deleah was the belle of the ball." "Deleah is a child only. You never have eyes but for Deleah." "Bess was all right." "I thought she looked so fair and sweet. Her neck and arms are like milk, William. I wonder if Reggie Forcus means anything?" "Ba-a! Not he!
Through the daring of ignorance, trusting in that look of serenity and nobility in his face, she had formerly approached him. She believed in his goodness still as she believed in the goodness of God, but the awe of him she had always felt had descended, since she had lived beneath his roof, in a double measure upon her. Of his sister she had no fear. She would speak to kind Miss Forcus.
Reggie Forcus, mighty as he thinks hisself, or the Prince of Wales, come to that, might feel hisself honoured to be taken notice of by you, Miss Deleah or by Miss Bessie." Deleah laughed in spite of herself. "You are too kind, Mr. Gibbon." She got up from her chair and picked up the concert tickets and twisted them about in her fingers with a little distaste of them. "All this is very kind of Mr.
He returned in time for dinner at Cashelthorpe, his brother's country-house a few miles out of Brockenham, which the younger man also made his home. The two dined alone, as was usual of late, the delicate health of Lady Forcus compelling her often to keep her room. "You remember what I told you about Day's affairs this morning?"
"He all but knocked Reggie down, and seized upon me." She indicated the form of Mr. Gibbon, dimly seen, seated sentinel on the box beside the broken-hatted driver. "Impertinence!" Bessie said. "We have to be civil to him at home, but when we are among other people I think he might leave us to our friends." "Reggie Forcus hasn't been much of a friend." "He is going to be for the future.
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