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But I just couldn't help it. It's all Clara Trowbridge's fault. She insisted on my staying to meet that Renee Labride who dances so divinely in Lady Emmeline. She's sweet. I've seen her eight times." Here she took Honora's arm, and faced her towards the street. "What do you think of my turnout? Isn't he a darling?" "Is he full grown?" asked Honora. Lilly Dallam burst out laughing.
A younger sister of mine, Lucy, of whom you have heard us speak as an invalid, who was at Clifton with that dear Sophy whom we have lost, is now recovered, and has returned home to take Honora's place with her Aunt Mary; and Aunt Mary likes to have her, and Lucy feels this a great motive to her to overcome a number of nervous feelings which formed part of her illness.
The gift of enlisting sympathy and assistance was peculiarly Honora's. And if some one had predicted that morning to Mr. But that is precisely what Mr. Wentworth did. And when, as her train pulled out, Honora bade him goodby, she felt the tug at her heartstrings which comes at parting with an old friend.
The slim, tall figure of a young woman descended from a carriage and crossed the pavement, and in the soft light of the vestibule she recognized Ethel Wing. "I'm so glad I caught you," said that young lady when they entered the drawing-room. And she gazed at her school friend. The colour glowed in Honora's cheeks, but health alone could not account for the sparkle in her eyes.
Farwell had taken sketches down Honora's lane, for she was on what was known as his list of advisers: a sheepfold of ewes, some one had called it, and he was always piqued when one of them went astray. In addition to this, intuition told him that he had taken the name of a deity in vain and that deity was Chiltern.
"It is a little large, just for you and Howard, my dear," was her final comment. "But you are wise in providing for the future." "For the future?" Honora repeated. Mrs. Holt playfully pinched her cheek. "When the children arrive, my dear, as I hope they will soon," she said, smiling at Honora's colour. "Sometimes it all comes back to me my own joy when Joshua was a baby.
Honora's interest in the Institution was so lively, and she asked so many questions and praised so highly the work with which the indiscreet young women were occupied that Mrs. Holt patted her hand as they drove homeward. "My dear," she said, "I begin to wish I'd adopted you myself.
He appeared, a portly gentleman with frock coat and lawn tie who resembled the man in the moon. His head, like polished ivory, increased the beaming effect of his welcome, and the hand that pressed Honora's was large and soft and warm. But dreams are queer things, in which no events surprise us. The reverend gentleman, as he greeted Chiltern, pronounced his name with unction.
She praised Honora's gown, but left a lingering impression that she thought her overdressed, without definitely saying so. And she made innumerable and often embarrassing inquiries about Honora's aunt and uncle, and her life in St. Louis, and her friends there, and how she had happened to go to Sutcliffe to school. Sometimes Honora blushed, but she answered them all good-naturedly.
As in a dream, Honora followed Peter to a table, and he handed her a programme. "Oh, Peter," she cried, "it's going to be 'Pinafore'!" Honora's eyes shone like stars, and elderly people at the neighbouring tables turned more than once to smile at her that evening. And Peter turned more than once and smiled too. But Honora did not consider Peter.
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