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Elizabeth meekly replied that she had done everything according to his directions. Mrs. Gaddesden was to have the South rooms. 'I said the East rooms! 'But I thought Elizabeth began, in consternation. 'You thought wrong, said the Squire cuttingly. 'Do not trouble yourself. I will tell Forest' Elizabeth coloured crimson, and went on with her work. The Squire rang the bell.
Margaret, who was slightly the elder, tired and coerced her. But she had no choice. Mrs. Strang entered briskly. 'My dear Alice! what a time of day to be in bed! Are you really ill? Mrs. Gaddesden grew red with annoyance. 'I thought I had told you, Margaret, that Dr. Crother advised me more than a year ago not to come down till the middle of the morning. It rests my heart. Mrs.
Gaddesden had been sitting with her embroidery, blended with the orange glow from outside now streaming in through the unshuttered windows, to deepen a colour effect of extraordinary beauty, produced partly by time, partly by the conscious effort of a dozen generations. And from the window, under the winter sunset, Mrs.
'How could we? was the rather sulky reply. 'Pamela, of course, never said a word to me. But I rather think she did say something to Desmond. 'Desmond! cried Elizabeth under her breath. She turned slowly, and went away, leaving Mrs. Gaddesden panting and a little scared at what she had done. Elizabeth went back to the library, where there was much to put in order.
'Oh, of course I know you think everybody's a sham who isn't as strong as yourself! said Mrs. Gaddesden, sinking back on her pillows with a soft sigh of resignation. 'Though I think you might have remembered the horribly hard work I've been doing lately. 'Have you? Mrs. Strang wrinkled her brow, as though in an effort to recollect. 'Oh, yes, I know.
She would do her best, she said, and sat listening while Elizabeth gave her instructions about food cards, and servants, and the rest. Then, when the taxi had driven away with the Dictator, what temper on the Squire's part! Mrs. Gaddesden had very nearly gone home to London but for the fact of raids, and the fact that two of her most necessary servants had joined the W.A.A.C.'s.
And the Squire 'Was I hard to him too? The night came down. All the strange or beautiful shapes in the library wavered and flickered under the firelight the glorious Nikê the Erôs the noble sketch of the boy in his cricketing dress.... The following morning came a telegram from Aubrey Mannering to Mrs. Gaddesden.
She was astonished at her own throb of pleasure in seeing her employer again. His pleasure was boisterously evident, though presently he showed it in his usual way by attacking her. But first Mrs. Gaddesden made the proper enquiries after Elizabeth's invalid mother.
Gaddesden heard that sound before the night that the news of Francis Merton's death reached Martindale, and Elizabeth had wept, as her mother believed, more for what her young husband might have been to her, than for what he had been. Elizabeth's eyes filled readily with tears answering to pity or high feeling; but this fierce stifled emotion this abandonment of pain! Mrs.
Set here and there, sparingly, among the shadows, as though in scorn of any vulgar profusion, the eye caught the gleam of old silver, or rock crystal, or agate; bibelots collected a hundred and fifty years ago by a Gaddesden of taste, and still in their original places. Overhead, the uneven stucco ceiling showed a pattern of Tudor roses; opposite to Mrs.
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