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If you will be so kind as to send up my tea, I will go to bed. Thank you; goodnight. That was the redrawing of the curtain of reserve, the resignation of sentiment, the resumption of common life. The romance of Sophia Kendal's early life had ended when she wounded her fingers in wreathing Genevieve's hair. Her next romance might be on behalf of her beautiful little sister.
But it wasn't quite impossible to pretend he didn't hear, and he did it. The dinner afterward at the Sea Light Inn was a rather gloomy affair. George's lonely grandeur was only made the worse, it seemed, by Genevieve's belated concern lest he might have taken cold through not having gone and dressed directly he came out of the water.
Her heart would swell like Genevieve's as he told her in simple phrase that she was his life, his love, his all, for in some two or three words like these he meant to put his appeal, and not in fine poetical phrases: that would do for Gifted Hopkins and rhyming tom-tits of that feather.
"Yes, with George," Betty answered. "Did you think one couldn't quarrel with the noblest of his sex? Well, one can." "Oh, Betty, I'm sorry." Genevieve's tone was slightly reproachful. "Well, I'm not," said Betty. "I like my present job better. It was a good thing he fired me." "Fired you! George fired you?" "Sure thing," responded Betty blithely. "I can't stand here talking all day.
"I believe we have not heard from each other since the first days of my poor Genevieve's marriage, when everything looked so bright and fair, and we little realized the clouds that were to overcast her happiness. It is a long story, and I will not go into it fully.
I've confided to you that that man is dangerous to Genevieve's happiness. I'll not permit it. What a fortunate chance that the earl came with him! I shall see to it that Genevieve becomes a countess." Dolores pulled a mock-tragic face. "Oh, mamma," she implored, "why don't you root for me, instead? I'm sure a coronet would fit me to perfection, and his mustache is so cute!" To judge by Mrs.
Genevieve's had perhaps been less, for she was very sallow, with sunken eyes, and her face looked half its usual size; but Albinia could not easily have compassion on the poor little unwitting traitress, even when she began, 'Dear Mrs. Kendal, will you excuse me if I take a sudden leave? I find it will answer best for me to accept Mrs.
Whence comes this dejection, when one would think he had all he could wish for? I should like to know! Ten o'clock. Michael is just gone downstairs to look for a tool he has forgotten. I have at last succeeded in drawing from him the secret of his and Genevieve's sorrow. Their son Robert is the cause of it!
That word settled it Lucy pronounced it with ineffable pity and contempt she was far less able to forgive another for being attractive, than for trying to attract. Sophy looked excessively hurt and grieved, and in private asked her step-mother what she thought of Genevieve's behaviour.
"Well, Jimmy, so you beat me to it." "Waited till after three," said Lord James. "Thought you'd hang back to give me the start? Went you one better, eh?" replied Blake. He stared fixedly into the handsome high-bred face of his friend and then at Genevieve's down-bent head. "Well? What's the good word? Is it congratulations?" "Not this time, old man," answered the Englishman lightly. He rose.
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