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There was a freshness about her which made her morning costume more charming than that of the evening, and never did she look so well as when arrayed for a walk. On this occasion she had certainly done her best. But he, poor blind idiot, saw nothing of this. The white gauzy fabric which had covered Isabel's satin petticoat on the previous evening still filled his eyes.
He was aware of Isabel's bewilderment, but he was seeing more ghosts than he had seen in all the intervening years of peace, and they came between him and the sunlit landscape and Isabel's young eyes.
Good-by to Miss Pink who will regret to her dying day that Isabel's answer to Hardyman was No. Good-by to Lady Lydiard who differs with Miss Pink, and would have regretted it, to her dying day, if the answer had been Yes. Good-by to Moody and Isabel whose history has closed with the closing of the clergyman's book on their wedding-day.
He went, and a great stillness fell behind him. Scott dropped into silence, and they sat together, he smoking, she leaning back in her chair idle, with wistful eyes upon the silvery sea. Up in Isabel's room overhead there was neither sound nor movement, but presently there fell a soft footfall upon the stairs and the nurse came quietly through and spoke to Dinah. "Mrs. Everard is still asleep.
Isabel's kindness at length opened her heart, and she put the letter into her hand. Poor little thing, it was very meekly borne: 'Please don't tell no one, ma'am, she said; 'I couldn't hear him blamed! 'But what does he mean? He must be under some terrible error. Who is this Ford? 'It is Delaford, ma'am, I make no doubt, though however he could have got there!
Deprived of this advantage, however, Isabel's visitors retained that of an extreme sweetness and shyness of demeanour, and of having, as she thought, eyes like the balanced basins, the circles of "ornamental water," set, in parterres, among the geraniums. The Misses Molyneux were not in their first youth, but they had bright, fresh complexions and something of the smile of childhood.
Did you choose that pretty frock yourself?" Dinah, with something of her mother's bluntness of speech, explained that the creation in question had been Isabel's choice, and Rose smiled as one who fully understood the situation. "She has been very good to you, poor soul, has she not?" she said. "She is not coming down to-night. The journey has fatigued her terribly.
I trust I shall again have the pleasure of relieving you from your bondage." Isabel's lips quivered as she replied, "I trust in God that you may, Mr Forster! but I feel more anxious now than I did on the former occasion. "I have a foreboding," interrupted Newton, "that this day's work is to make or mar me!
You should not go flower hunting in city clothes. With your pink and white dress and lovely Dresden sash, silk stockings and low shoes, you look more fit for a dance than a ramble after deep woods flowers, such as moccasins. But we might as well go on now." She led the way across the school-yard, climbed nimbly over the rail fence and laughed at Isabel's clumsy imitation of her.
It was this willingness to find poetry in things around them that kept his life and Isabel's fresh, and they taught their children the secret of their elixir. To be sure, it was only a genre poetry, but it was such as has always inspired English art and song; and now the whole family enjoyed, as if it had been a passage from Goldsmith or Wordsworth, the flying sentiment of the railroad side.
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