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Felix still remembered the august scene the horrid thrill of it, the ominous sound of that: "Freeland minimus!" the ominous sight of poor little Tod emerging from his obscurity near the roof of the Speech Room, and descending all those steps. How very small and rosy he had looked, his bright hair standing on end, and his little blue eyes staring up very hard from under a troubled frown.
It had been impossible to dispossess Frances Freeland from command of the sick-room; and, since she was admittedly from experience and power of paying no attention to her own wants, the fittest person for the position, there she remained, taking turn and turn about with Nedda, and growing a little whiter, a little thinner, more resolute in face, and more loving in her eyes, from day to day.
In her bath before dinner there came to her one of those strategic thoughts that even such as are no longer quite children will sometimes conceive. She hurried desperately into her clothes, and, ready full twenty minutes before the gong was due to sound, made her way to her grandmother's room. Frances Freeland had just pulled THIS, and, to her astonishment, THAT had not gone in properly.
When I think of the mischief she's always done here, by her example and her irreligion I can't forgive her. I don't believe you'll make any impression on Mr. Freeland; he's entirely under her thumb." Smoking slowly, and looking just over the top of his wife's head, Malioring answered: "I'll have a try; and don't you worry!" Lady Malloring turned away. Her soreness still wanted salve.
The three-mile drive up from the station, fully half of which was through his own land, put him in possession of all the agent had to tell: Nasty spirit abroad men dumb as fishes the farmers, puzzled and angry, had begun cutting as best they could. Not a man had budged. He had seen young Mr. and Miss Freeland going about. The thing had been worked very cleverly.
Above the flowers which Frances Freeland always insisted on arranging and very charmingly when she was there over bare shoulders and white shirt-fronts, those words bombed and rebombed. Brown bread, potatoes, margarine, carbohydrates, calorific! They mingled with the creaming sizzle of champagne, with the soft murmur of well-bred deglutition. White bosoms heaved and eyebrows rose at them.
Everyone throughout "Freeland" must be able to know at any time what commodities are in greater or less demand, and what branches of work produce greater or less profit. Thus in "Freeland" everybody has the right and the power to apply himself, as far as he is capable, to those forms of production that are at any time most profitable.
Left alone, Frances Freeland took her bag a noticeably old one, without any patent clasp whatever, so that she could open it went noiselessly upstairs, tapped on Derek's door, and went in. A faint but cheerful voice remarked: "Halloo, Granny!" Frances Freeland went up to the bed, smiled down on him ineffably, laid a finger on his lips, and said, in the stillest voice: "You mustn't talk, darling!"
"And have you business at the house?" The old man was silent; the downcast, rather cynical look of his lined face deepened. And Frances Freeland thought: 'He's overtired. They must give him some tea and an egg. What can he want, coming all this way? He's evidently not a beggar. The old man who was not a beggar spoke suddenly: "I know the Mr. Freeland at Joyfields. He's a good gentleman, too."
"I see," said Felix. "Do you think I might sit down, or shall I go through?" Frances Freeland loved him with her eyes, and said: "Naughty boy!" And Felix sat down on what appeared to be a window-seat. "Well," he said, with slight uneasiness, for she was hovering, "I think you're wonderful." Frances Freeland put away an impeachment that she evidently felt to be too soft.
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