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Major Colquhoun had curled his moustache during the reading of the letter, with the peculiar set expression of countenance he was in the habit of assuming to mask his emotions. "What language! what ideas!" Mr. Frayling proceeded. "I have been much deceived in that unhappy child," and he shook his head at his wife severely, as if it were her fault.
With which, conscious she was guilty of somewhat incoherent chatter, Damaris sprang up and swung away along the terrace, through the clear tonic radiance, buoyant as a caged bird set free. "Go with her, Marshall, go with her," Mrs. Frayling imperatively bade him. "And leave you, Cousin Henrietta?" She rose with a petulant gesture. "Yes, go at once or you won't overtake her.
They go to the bad altogether. That's what will happen, you'll see. She'll write a volume next to prove that she has a right to be an immoral woman if she chooses. She'll be a common hussey yet, I promise you." "Sir!" said Mrs. Frayling, stung into dignity for a moment, and rising to her feet in order to confront him boldly while she spoke.
"I I beg your pardon, Elizabeth," he faltered in sheer astonishment. "What with you and your daughter, I am provoked past endurance. I don't know what I am saying." "No amount of provocation justifies such an attack upon your daughter's reputation," Mrs. Frayling rejoined, following up her advantage.
Frayling returned with his wife almost immediately. The latter had had her handkerchief in her hand all day, but she put it in her pocket now. Major Colquhoun had to repeat his story. "Did you look for her in the waiting rooms?" Mrs. Frayling asked. "No." "She may be there waiting for you at this very moment." It was a practical suggestion.
However," she ventured to lift a hopeful head, "I have certainly always been able to manage Evadne," she turned to Major Colquhoun, "I can assure you, George, that child has never given me a moment's anxiety in her life; and," she added in a broken voice, "I never, never thought that she would live to quote books to her parents." Mr. Frayling found in his own inclinations a reason for everything.
Any hardness, any faint sense of annoyance, which Damaris experienced at the abruptness of her guest's intrusion melted. Henrietta in her existing aspect, her existing mood proved irresistible. Our tender-hearted maiden was charmed by her and coerced. "But General Frayling is better, isn't he?" she asked, also taking her place upon the sofa.
He would get up and ring for it emphatically, and would even sit with it before him for some time after it came, but would finally go out without touching it, and be, as poor Mrs. Frayling mentally expressed it: "Oh, dear! quite upset for the rest of the day."
He looked about thirty-eight, and was a big blond man, with a heavy moustache, and a delicate skin that flushed easily. His hair was thin on the forehead; in a few more years he would be bald there. Mr. Frayling asked him to lunch, and Evadne sat beside him. She scarcely spoke a word the whole time, or looked at him; but she knew that he looked at her; and she glowed and was glad.
Henrietta Frayling did not answer at once. Her delicate features perceptibly sharpened and hardened, her lips becoming thin as a thread. "You're not vexed with me? I haven't been tiresome and asked you something I shouldn't?" Damaris softly exclaimed, smitten with alarm of unintended and unconscious offence.
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