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Marie suggested that too much damson tart might be a satisfactory explanation, that having been the state of things with herself a few days before. Hawise, who governed her life by a pair of moral compasses, was of opinion that Belasez thought it proper to look sorrowful in her circumstances, and therefore did so except in an emergency.
A charming bevy of maidens Philippa, Hawise, Melusine, Victoria, Sanchia-Josepha; ten years ago happily sisters and rich in promise, looking out boldly at the veiled years ahead of them. Ten years ago? Call it eight, and you make our Miss Percival, say, six-and-twenty by this time.
She found it the less agreeable because she was conscious of no right to any surname, her mother's being the only one she knew. So she answered "Maude" rather shortly. "Maude only Maude?" "Only Maude. Madam, might it like your Ladyship to tell me if you wit of one Hawise Gerard anything?"
She hath but some twenty years e'en now, and 'tis full three summers sithence his death." "And what like is she?" "Like the angels in Paradise!" said Bertram enthusiastically. "I tell thee, there is none like her in all the world." Maude awaited the following evening with two-fold interest. She might possibly see Hawise, and she should certainly see some one who was like the angels in Paradise.
But no one liked to do it, and the silence went on again. Then Hawise same in, and wanted to know what they were all doing there. She was excessively shocked when Doucebelle told her. How extremely improper! She must go in and put a stop to it that minute. Hawise tapped at the door, but no answer came. She opened it, and stood, silenced and frightened by what she saw.
The Countess of Buckingham did not leave Langley until after dinner the next day that is to say, about eleven a.m. A little before dinner, as Maude, not being wanted at the moment, stood alone at the window of the hall, leaning her arms on the wide window-ledge, a voice asked behind her, "Art yet thinking of Hawise Gerard?"
"Child," said the Lady de Narbonne seriously, "Hawise Gerard is dead." "Woe is me! I feared so much," answered Maude sorrowfully. "She died to thee, little maid, when she went to the Castle of Pleshy," was the unsatisfactory answer. "May I wit no more, Madam? Your Ladyship knew her, trow?" "Once," said the lady, with a slight quiver of her lower lip, "long, long ago!"
But that was just what nobody could tell her. Hawise leaped the chasm deftly by declaring it an improper question. Eva said, "Si bete!" and declined to say more. "Well, I may be a fool," said Beatrice bluntly: "but I do not think you are much better if you cannot tell me." "Of course I could tell thee, if I chose!" answered Eva, with lofty scorn.
The first who entered behind her was a stiff middle-aged woman with dark hair. Here is Mistress Polegna yonder little damsel with the dark locks; and the high upright dame is Mistress Sarah. She that cometh after is the Lady de Say." Not one of these was the golden-haired Cousin Hawise, whose years barely numbered twenty. Maude's eyes had come back in disappointment, when Bertram touched her arm.
He smoothed the path considerably, and promised him a benefice in his diocese if the dispensation could be obtained. But the last was a lengthy process, and some months passed away before the answer could be received from Rome. It greatly scandalised Hawise and Eva for different reasons to see how very little progress was made by Beatrice in that which in their eyes was the Christian religion.
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