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Updated: May 7, 2025
Emily Fox-Seton has a faculty of finding decent people. I believe it is because she is so decent herself" with a little laugh. "Looks quite decent," commented Walderhurst. The knitting was getting on famously. "It was odd you should see Sir Bruce Norman that day," Agatha Slade was saying. "It must have been just before he was called away to India." "It was. He sailed the next day.
"I know it is hideous to be poor." "I never was rich," said Emily, "and I never shall be. You" a little shyly "are so different." Lady Agatha flushed delicately again. Emily Fox-Seton made a gentle joke. "You have eyes like blue flowers," she said. Lady Agatha lifted the eyes like blue flowers, and they were pathetic.
She gave her advice, and though advice is a cheap present as far as the giver is concerned, there are occasions when it may be a very valuable one to the recipient. Lady Maria's was valuable to Emily Fox-Seton, who had but one difficulty, which was to adjust herself to the marvellous fortune which had befallen her. There was a certain thing Emily found herself continually saying.
When Agatha and Emily Fox-Seton met in town for the first time it was in the drawing room at South Audley Street they clasped each other's hands with an exchange of entirely new looks. "You look so so well, Miss Fox-Seton," said Agatha, with actual tenderness.
Emily Fox-Seton, who by that time was comfortably seated in a cushioned basket-chair, sipping her own cup of tea, gave him the benefit of the doubt when she wondered if he was not really distinguished and aristocratic-looking. He was really neither, but was well-built and well-dressed, and had good grayish-brown eyes, about the colour of his grayish-brown hair.
Emily Fox-Seton cast about for a suitable remark to make, if he should chance to stop to speak to her. She consoled herself with the thought that there were things she really wanted to say about the beauty of the gardens, and certain clumps of heavenly-blue campanulas, which seemed made a feature of in the herbaceous borders. It was so much nicer not to be obliged to invent observations.
The household had been gloomy and gruesome enough to have driven into melancholy madness any girl not of the sanest and most matter-of-fact temperament. Emily Fox-Seton had endured it with an unfailing good nature, which at last had actually awakened in the breast of her mistress a ray of human feeling.
She felt far away from earthly things and tremulously uplifted. During the last two weeks she had lived in a tumult of mind, of amazement, of awe, of hope and fear. No wonder that she looked pale and that her face was full of anxious yearning. There were such wonders in the world, and she, Emily Fox-Seton, no, Emily Walderhurst, seemed to have become part of them.
Brooke to the group at large. "She always makes men laugh so." Emily Fox-Seton felt an interest herself, the merriment sounded so attractive. She wondered if perhaps to a man who had been so much run after a girl who took no notice of his presence and amused other men so much might not assume an agreeable aspect. But he took more notice of Lady Agatha Slade than of any one else that evening.
In her intercourse with the world in general she would have been able to preserve her customary sweet composure, but Emily Fox-Seton was not the world. She represented a something which was so primitively of the emotions that one's heart spoke and listened to her.
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