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She was very white, but she did not utter a word. "Why don't you speak?" Mrs. Frayling exclaimed. "Why do you stand there like a stone or statue, deaf to all my arguments?" Evadne sighed: "Mother, I will do anything you suggest except the one thing. I will not live with Major Colquhoun as his wife," she said. "I thought so!" Mrs. Frayling exclaimed.
It would have all been most touching if one had heard a story of such devotion from anyone but but her, about anyone but him under the circumstances, poor young man because darling well, because of you." "Of me?" Damaris stiffened. "Yes that is just the point. Mrs. Frayling left me in no doubt. She was determined to make me understand just what Mr.
Frayling took up the ivory hand-glass, and sitting sideways on the dressing-stool, turned her graceful head hither and thither, to obtain the fuller view of her back hair. "Me? But you forget, I have other claims to satisfy. I can't look after him for ever. I must find him a wife I suppose; though I really shall be rather loath to give him up.
"And the proof that it was not Evadne is that she is not here," her mother proceeded. "If she had been seen getting into a hansom it could only have been to come here." "A hansom might break down on the way," said Major Colquhoun, entertaining the idea for a moment. "That is not impossible," Mr. Frayling decided. "But why should she come here?"
"Tom Verity's father, I suppose," Damaris murmured, her colour rising, the hint of a cloud too upon her brow. "And who may Tom Verity be?" Mrs. Frayling, noting both colour and cloud, alertly asked. "A distant cousin. He stayed with us in the autumn just before he went out to India. He passed into the Indian Civil Service from Oxford at the top of the list." "Praiseworthy young man."
He had always cultivated an inscrutable bearing, as being "the thing" in his set, so that it was easy for him now to appear to be cooler and more collected than he was. His attitude, however, was largely due to a want of proper healthy feeling, for he was a vice-worn man, with small capacity left for any great emotion. He walked into the hall and hung up his hat. "Is Mr. Frayling alone?" he said.
He has always had des bonnes fortunes." Since her return to Europe, Mrs. Frayling had become much addicted to embellishing her conversation with such foreign tags, not invariably, it may be added, quite correctly applied or quoted. "Women could never resist him in former days in India. They went down before his charms like a row of ninepins before a ball.
But, fortunately, the outlook was so hopeless there seemed nothing more to sigh for, and so she sat for once, looking up at the miniatures without washing out with tears the little mental strength she had left. Mr. Frayling waited impatiently for her to make some remark when she had read Evadne's letter.
Frayling; he seemed to insinuate that she might and should have done something to prevent all this; while there was a mixture of sympathy, deprecation, and apology in his manner to his son-in-law, combined with a certain air of absolving himself from all responsibility in the matter. Major Colquhoun's own attitude was wholly enigmatical.
Marshall did not go to a public school, which he imagines places him at a disadvantage with other men. Perhaps it does. Men always strike me as being quaintly narrow-minded on that subject. Later he was sent to Cambridge with the idea of his taking Orders and going into the Church. My husband's elder brother, Leonard Frayling, is patron of several livings.
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