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Updated: June 18, 2025
She may be one of those whimsical old people that mean to do a thing, and then think better of it and do nothing. Frances's face fell. 'Oh, I do hope not, she said. 'Somehow I don't think she's that sort of old lady. Nor in her heart did Jacinth. The expression of her misgivings had been as much or more to damp or check herself as Frances.
I knew nothing of the trouble that had occurred the day before, not having seen my cousin, nor did I know that Hamilton was in London, not having seen nor heard from him since Frances's arrival at court. By far my greatest motive in going to the Old Swan was to see Betty, whose beauty and sweetness had begun to haunt me about that time.
How delightful it was to have her at hand to lean upon! But Mrs Mildmay had spoken rather more confidently about Jacinth than she quite felt. Frances's words reminded her of the cold, unsympathising way in which her elder daughter had alluded in her letters to the Harpers; after knowing all that Frances had written to her mother.
By and by, when you are old yourself, Frances, you won't regret having done something to keep your old father for a short time longer out of his grave. After all, even with your utmost endeavor, I am not likely to trouble any one long. When I am dead and gone, you can marry Philip Arnold, Frances." "No father." Frances's tone was quiet and commonplace now.
Lady Frances's woman found within her narrow bosom an echo to the sneer of the mysterious voice; yet, could she have become as Frances Cromwell, how great would have been her triumph! How curious are the workings of good and evil in the human heart! How necessary to study them, that so we may arrive at the knowledge of ourselves.
On his account she had estranged the few women to whom she might now have turned. Oliver had never understood friendships among women. The day dragged by. For the first time in months she found herself wishing that she was going out that evening. She thought almost guiltily of David Cannon and Frances Maury, imagining herself in Frances's place.
At this point in the conversation his Majesty looked toward me, whispered a word to Frances, and they walked down the garden path to the fountain, while I waited at Bowling Green for Frances's return. When she came back, she told me in detail all that passed between her and the king.
One day, a fortnight before Frances's arrival in London, while he and I were watching the royal brothers, King Charles and the Duke of York, playing pall-mall, I expressed my doubts and fears of his ultimate success in reformation so long as he remained in any way associated with Crofts, Berkeley, Wentworth, and others of the vicious clique.
We had hoped to attract Frances's attention by casting pebbles against the window-pane, but we had counted without our ammunition. We could find no pebbles, the snow being at least a foot deep. A thick vine, probably an ivy, covered the front of the tower, and George attempted to make the escalade by climbing.
But the part that concerns you, dear, is that, if I go, I do not see how you can stay on very well at the Firs." "Of course I should not dream of staying, Francie. With you away, and Mr. Arnold gone" here she looked hard into Frances's face "it would be dull. Of course, I am fond of the squire, but I could not do without another companion. Where are you going, Frances? Could not I go with you?"
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