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When we are married, the devotion must be on the other side of the house." "I thought Mr. Hemstead would be back this evening?" she said to her aunt. "No, not till to-morrow evening. You seem to miss Frank very much." Then Lottie was provoked to find herself blushing like a school-girl, but she said, laughingly, "How penetrating you are, auntie. I do miss him, in a way you cannot understand."
Never did a man return from a fashionable revel in a more serious and thoughtful mood, and equally with Lottie and Hemstead he was glad to escape, from the trifling chat and gossip of Addie and Bel Parton, to the solitude of his own loom.
But come, Mr. Hemstead, you have discharged your duty. If they play whist all night and commit suicide in the morning, your skirts are clear. Shake off the dust of your feet at them, and take a promenade in the hall with me. Hemstead's is tender. You haunt smoking-cars and other questionable places; so, without serious moral harm, you can gratify uncle." Mrs.
Not that Lottie was averse, but because she saw that lynx-eyed Bel was watching her; and again for the hundredth time she wished her cynical friend back in the city. Lottie's manner and apparent reserve were so marked at one time that Hemstead began to grow troubled, though why he scarcely knew.
"That is just where I stand; but it is like looking out into one of those Egyptian nights that swallow up everything, and there is nothing but a great blank of darkness." "It must be so," said Hemstead, sighing deeply. "Only the clear eyes of faith can see across the gulf. But you are a brave girl to stand and look into the gulf." "Why should I not look into it?" she asked, in a reckless tone.
He was the last man to have interfered himself, for his discretion more than equalled his valour; but he made haste to congratulate Carthew, and to warn him he might not always be so fortunate. "They're a dyngerous lot of people about this park. "Why, I'm one of that lot myself," returned Carthew. Hemstead laughed and remarked that he knew a gentleman when he saw one.
Though your pictures might not rank high they would still be very rank." Even Lottie joined slightly in the general and not complimentary laugh at Hemstead which followed this thrust, but he, with heightened color, said, "You cannot criticise my picture, Mr. De Forrest, for it does not exist. Therefore I must conclude that your satire is directed against my choice of place and subjects."
If you feel that you have mistaken your calling and I hope you have I'm sure that father, at my request, will find you a better one in New York." Poor Hemstead was as satisfied as Luther had been that this was a temptation of the devil; but before him was no such apparition as that against which the great reformer could hurl his ink-horn without leaving a spot.
I should not be surprised if he and Mrs. Byram mutually shocked each other. We can say merely that we have all been invited out to a little company, and that it would be rude in him not to accompany us." Mrs. Marchmont was asked not to say anything to undeceive Hemstead. "It will do him good to see a little of the world," said Lottie; and the lady thought so too.
At last her curiosity gained the mastery, and she asked her aunt with an indifference, not so well assumed but that her color heightened a little, "Where is Mr. Hemstead?" "He went down to the city," replied Mrs. Marchmont, carelessly. The impulsive girl's face showed her disappointment and vexation, but she saw that quick-eyed Bel was watching her.
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