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Greta said ruefully: "O Chris! they are heavy ones; we shall never carry them, and the gate is shut now!" Christian took a pointed knife from the table. "I shall cut them out of the frames," she said. "Listen! What's that?" It was the sound of whistling, which stopped beneath the window. The girls, clasping each other's hands, dropped on their knees. "Hallo!" cried a voice.
She was tired out with the strain of the last two hours, and felt in need of a little rest before she went in search of Alwyn. "Sit down, Greta,", she whispered. "How strange you should have come to this house! But then everything is strange to-day " But here she stopped confusedly, as she remembered Mr. Gaythorne's injunction. "Why is it strange?" asked Greta, innocently.
"I shall die if I stay here alone," she said; "I can tell her that you are in bed; you must go to bed here, Chris, so it shall be true after all." Christian threw her arms about her. "I am so sorry, darling; I wish I could go instead. But if you have to tell a lie, I would tell a straight one." "Would you?" said Greta doubtfully. "Yes."
But it is chiefly round two lines of road leading from Grasmere that Wordsworth's associations cluster, the route over Dunmailraise, which led him to Keswick, to Coleridge and Southey at Greta Hall, and to other friends in that neighbourhood; and the route over Kirkstone, which led him to Ullswater, and the friendly houses of Patterdale, Hallsteads, and Lowther Castle.
About a fortnight after this eventful afternoon, Olivia received a note from Greta begging her to bring her work and to spend a few hours with her. The invitation was a pressing one. "Please do not disappoint me," she wrote, "for I want to talk to you so much. I think I can promise that we shall have no interruption. Alwyn is going up to town for the afternoon, and will not pay his usual call."
Greta hid her head on his shoulder, and Kate sniffled like a child trying to keep back its tears. "They have come," they stammered, and then they both began to sob. "That is a good thing," answered Paul, and kissed them. "Won't you come into the house?" Katie asked, sucking her apron. "Where have you left them?" "They are talking to father." "Ah! that is a very different thing.
His amazement had in it a spice of the pathetic; he was like a child in the presence of a thing that he absolutely could not understand. The interview had left him with a sense of insecurity which he felt to be particularly unfair. The door was again opened, and Greta flew in, her cheeks flushed, her hair floating behind her, and tears streaming down her cheeks.
A bowl of dark-red cactus dahlias stood on the table, an offering from Alwyn, and a magnificent Lilium auratum, a gift from Greta, blocked up the dining-room window. When the door-bell rang Olivia laid down her work with a pleased smile, and the next moment Greta entered the room. "How late you are, you naughty girl," she said, kissing her affectionately. "I have been sewing for the last hour."
"I shall keep him away until September, unless he turns restless," he had finished, and Marcus had strongly commended this. Greta sometimes heard from Alwyn. He wrote to her from time to time, and she would read his letters to Olivia. The house that she had taken at Eastbourne was charmingly situated. From the windows they had a view of the sea, and Beachy Head in the distance.
Christian's face changed. She understood, well enough, this craving after beauty. Slipping down from the stile, she drew a slow deep breath. "Yes!" she said. Neither spoke for some time, then Harz said shyly: "If you and Fraulein Greta would ever like to come and see my studio, I should be so happy. I would try and clean it up for you!" "I should like to come. I could learn something.
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