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"I told her not to; but we must watch her carefully, without, of course, appearing to be suspicious." Philip was getting to enjoy his mother's diplomacy. He did not think of his own morals and behaviour any more. "Who's to watch her at school, though? She may bubble out any moment." "We can but trust to our influence," said Mrs. Herriton. Irma did bubble out, that very day.
"Don't talk of 'faults. You're my friend for ever, Mr. Herriton, I think. Only don't be charitable and shift or take the blame. Get over supposing I'm refined. That's what puzzles you. Get over that." As he spoke she seemed to be transfigured, and to have indeed no part with refinement or unrefinement any longer.
You see, Mr. Herriton, it makes me specially unhappy; it's the only time I've ever gone into what my father calls 'real life' and look what I've made of it! All that winter I seemed to be waking up to beauty and splendour and I don't know what; and when the spring came, I wanted to fight against the things I hated mediocrity and dulness and spitefulness and society.
Harriet's conscience could be quite as tiresome as Philip's unconventionality. Mrs. Herriton soon made it easy for her daughter to go for six weeks to the Tirol. Then she and Philip began to grapple with Irma alone. Just as they had got things a little quiet the beastly baby sent another picture post-card a comic one, not particularly proper.
Her face was red with more than the reflection of evening. "My interview how do you know of it?" "From Perfetta, if it interests you." "Who ever is Perfetta?" "The woman who must have let you in." "In where?" "Into Signor Carella's house." "Mr. Herriton!" she exclaimed. "How could you believe her? Do you suppose that I would have entered that man's house, knowing about him all that I do?
She wrote a jaunty account of her happiness to Mrs. Herriton, and Harriet answered the letter, saying that all future communications should be addressed to the solicitors; would Lilia return an inlaid box which Harriet had lent her but not given to keep handkerchiefs and collars in? "Look what I am giving up to live with you!" she said to Gino, never omitting to lay stress on her condescension.
Grandmamma! Grandmamma! Who is my little brother? Who is my " Mrs. Herriton swept into the room, saying, "Come with me, dear, and I will tell you. Now it is time for you to know." Irma returned from the interview sobbing, though, as a matter of fact, she had learnt very little. But that little took hold of her imagination. She had promised secrecy she knew not why.
At last she returned, hot, agitated, crackling with bank-notes, and Irma bounced to greet her, and trod heavily on her corn. "Your feet grow larger every day," said the agonized Harriet, and gave her niece a violent push. Then Irma cried, and Mrs. Herriton was annoyed with Harriet for betraying irritation.
"Wire reason of stay at Monteriano. Strange rumours," read Mrs. Herriton, and addressed the telegram to Abbott, Stella d'Italia, Monteriano, Italy. "If there is an office there," she added, "we might get an answer this evening. Since Philip is back at seven, and the eight-fifteen catches the midnight boat at Dover Harriet, when you go with this, get 100 pounds in 5 pound notes at the bank."
It was on her soil and through her influence that a silly woman had married a cad. He hated Gino, the betrayer of his life's ideal, and now that the sordid tragedy had come, it filled him with pangs, not of sympathy, but of final disillusion. The disillusion was convenient for Mrs. Herriton, who saw a trying little period ahead of her, and was glad to have her family united.
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