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"She is always so distinguished," she thought, and then checked herself by the remembrance that she was applying to Elizabeth an adjective that Elizabeth particularly disliked. Nevertheless, Mrs. Gaddesden knew very well what she herself meant by it.
Elizabeth sitting on her mother's bed at night, crooning about Canada her soft brown hair over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkling with patriotic enthusiasm, was a charming figure. But let Mrs. Gaddesden attempt to probe and penetrate beyond a certain point, and the way was resolutely barred.
Gaddesden reflected, with some complacency, that even she had spoken her mind to her father that night, conveniently forgetting some annoying retorts of his about herself, and the custom she had developed of sitting for hours over the fire pretending to knit, but really doing nothing.
His dreamy sense became aware of the scene as a whole; the long table; his father's fantastic figure at the head of it; Alice Gaddesden elaborately dressed and much made up on the one side, his sister Margaret in a high black gown, erect and honest, on the other; Desmond and Pamela together, chatting and chaffing with the Rector.
'Else for what will these boys have given their lives! what meaning in the suffering and the agony! or in the world which permits and begets them? Then, at last, it was past seven o'clock. The dusk had fallen, and the stars were coming out in a pure pale blue, over the leafless trees. Elizabeth and Alice Gaddesden stood waiting at the open door of the hall.
"No you won't for your sister's sake. I'll see all arrangements are made." Philip made no direct reply. He lay staring at the ceiling till at last he said "Delaine's going. He's going to-morrow. He gets on Elizabeth's nerves." "Did he say anything to you about me?" said Anderson. Philip flushed. "Well, I daresay he did." "Make your mind easy, Gaddesden.
Gaddesden went into the sitting-room first, as quietly as possible, so as not to startle her daughter. She had hardly entered and closed the door behind her, guided by the light of a still flickering fire, when a sound from the inner room arrested her. Elizabeth Elizabeth in distress? The mother stood rooted to the spot, in a sudden anguish. Elizabeth sobbing? Only once in her life had Mrs.
Katherine's was a foundation regarded by the Kings and Queens of England with great favour. Other benefactors it had, notably John Holland, Duke of Exeter, Lord High Admiral and Constable of the Tower, himself of royal descent. He was buried in the church, with his two wives, and bequeathed to the Hospital the manor of Much Gaddesden.
Anderson would have caught her in his arms; but with a flashing look, she put him aside. A wail broke from Mrs. Gaddesden: "Lisa you won't leave us!" "Never, darling unless you send me! or come with me! And now, don't you think, Philip dearest, you might let us all go to bed? You are really not worse, you know; and Mother and I are going to carry you off south very, very soon."
A motor ambulance was meeting the train. They would soon be here now. Elizabeth turned to Mrs. Gaddesden. 'Won't you give a last look and see if it is all right? Alice's weak, pretty face cleared, as she went off to give a final survey to Desmond's room. She admitted that Elizabeth had been 'nice' that day, and all the days before. Perhaps she had been hasty. Lights among the distant trees!
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