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The five minutes were spent by Stuart with Jeannette's hand in both his own, as he knelt beside the the bed where she lay, no pillow under her head, her face very white but her eyes glowing. Jeannette's look met Georgiana's. "Is it all right?" she said very low. "Of course it's all right, dear; and I'm perfectly happy over it," whispered Georgiana. Jeannette smiled.
"No; there wouldn't," said Mr Cheesacre, who had been out on the previous evening, inspecting, and perhaps limiting, the carpenters in their work. "That's just it," said Mrs Greenow. "But there won't be any harm, will there, Mr Cheesacre, in Jeanette's going out with our things? She'll ride in the cart, you know, with the eatables. I know Jeannette's a friend of yours."
The butler with a well-trained butler's promptness was behind her, and before she could frame a word of objection, the fur-lined garment had slipped from her shoulders. Thus must martyrs have marched to the stake, was one of Jeannette's bewildered reflections as she preceded her host out of the room, and, as in a dream, found herself a few minutes later facing him across the luncheon table.
She had reached the fatal announcement, and sat with parted lips, rigid as stone, while the world seemed toppling about her ears. There was a long pause. Jeannette's lips gradually tightened, and her firm hand crumpled up the paper. "Mommer!" she exclaimed. "Here, Mommer!" But Mrs. Urmy and Lady Hartley had beaten a diplomatic retreat.
"Thank goodness I've had the sense always to keep the latest of Jeannette's 'Semi-Annual' tailored suits pressed and trim," thought Georgiana as she dressed. "This is a year behind the extreme style, but I know perfectly well I look absolutely all right in it, and my hat, having once been hers, is mighty becoming and smart, if it is a make-over.
And so one day Jacques Lamiens such was the name of Jeannette's husband saw him and had pity on him, observing that he was poor and aged, and bade one of his servants take him indoors, and for God's sake give him something to eat; and nothing loath the servant did so.
Just at this moment, as he was drawing close to the widow, she heard, or fancied that she heard, Jeannette's step, and, going to the sitting-room door, called to her maid. Jeannette did not hear her, but the bell was rung, and then Jeannette came. "You may take these things down, Jeannette," she said. "Mr Cheesacre has promised that no more shall come."
"What an excellent opportunity a dance is for old friends to give each other good advice." Georgiana smiled up into his eyes. He closed his own for an instant. "Don't do that; it dazzles me." "Nonsense. You're learning the game yourself. Jeannette's been teaching you. We're all finding each other out to-night. I had no idea she could sparkle so." "You're the sparkler.
Pierre went to his father and mother's and Jeannette's rooms, and soon roused them up. They appeared somewhat in deshabille, and looked very astonished at being called out of their beds by the young Englishman. "What is it all about?" asked Captain Turgot.
"Go away now, Father Davy, and I'll soon be through. It's a poor washerwoman I am to be thinning my suds with brine!" "You'll come, too, Georgiana dear?" Jeannette, furrily clad for a walk with James Stuart, stood in the doorway looking back. "Please do." "Come, George; you need a good tramp," Stuart urged at Jeannette's elbow. He looked the picture of anticipation.
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