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But something in the half-deciphered printed names caught her attention. She bent lower, doubting if she could have read aright. "Brig.-General and Mrs. Frayling." Two smaller cards, also bearing the General's name, ranged with two others bearing that of "The Rev. Marshall Wace."
The Fraylings had sent their children and the majority of their servants back to Fraylingay the day after the wedding, but had decided to stay in London themselves with Major Colquhoun until Evadne wrote to relieve their anxiety, which was extreme, and gave them some information about her movements and intentions. Mr. Frayling spent most of the interval in prancing up and down.
Mrs, Frayling wrote a full account of Evadne's presentation at court to her sister, Mrs. Orton Beg who was wandering about Norway by herself at the time and concluded her description of the dear child's gown, very charming appearance, and dignified self-possession with some remarks about her character to the same effect as those which she had addressed to Lady Adeline.
Frayling quiet under the conviction that her submission was genuine, the style of her letters suffered considerably, and their numbers tended always to diminish.
When breakfast was over at Fraylingay next morning, and the young people had left the table, Mrs. Frayling helped herself to another cup of coffee, and solemnly opened Evadne's last letter. The coffee was cold, for the poor lady had been waiting, not daring to take the last cup herself, because she knew that the moment she did so her husband would want more.
People have their associations as well as places, and those that cling about him are anything but hallowed." Mrs, Frayling assumed an aspect of the deepest depression: "I never heard a girl talk so in my life," she said. "It is positively indelicate. It really is. But we have done all we could. Now, honestly, have you anything to complain of?" "Nothing, mother, nothing," Evadne exclaimed.
"If only you are nice to her, and I am sure you will be, she is sure to come round." "Oh, of course she will," Mr. Frayling decided. And Major Colquhoun smiled complacently. He often asserted that there was no knowing women; but he took credit to himself for a superior knowledge of the sex all the same.
Frayling replied that he had heard indirectly of his daughter's second marriage, but was not surprised to receive no communication from herself on the subject, because her whole conduct for many years past had really been most extraordinary.
He read it standing in the hall, and lost his equanimity at once. "Where is Mrs. Frayling?" he asked a servant who happened to be passing, speaking in a way which caused the man to remark afterward that "Mrs. Frayling was going to catch it about somethin'; and 'e seemed to think I'd made away with 'er." Mrs.
And then other things happened which rather put him out of my head. He was a little conceited, perhaps, I thought." "Not unnaturally, being at the top of the pass list. But though other things put him out of your head, he writes to you?" In the pussy-warmth within her muff, Mrs. Frayling became sensible that Damaris' hand grew unresponsive, at once curiously stiff and curiously limp.
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