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Forced to a complete reticence before Imogen and the servants, and aware that her father's nerves would never stand the disclosure, she had been unable to refrain from going to Timothy's that afternoon, and pouring out the story of the pearls to Aunts Juley and Hester in utter confidence. It was only on the following morning that she noticed the disappearance of that photograph. What did it mean?
Herr Liesecke, too, looked as if wild horses could not make him inattentive; there were lines across his forehead, his lips were parted, his pince-nez at right angles to his nose, and he had laid a thick, white hand on either knee. And next to her was Aunt Juley, so British, and wanting to tap. How interesting that row of people was! What diverse influences had gone to the making!
She was longer in coming to it this time, and he had a horrid fear, that instead of dismissing him fiercely, and so annulling his words, the strange little person was going to be soft and hold him to them. There were her tears, however, which she could not stop. 'Well, then, Juley, look. I do, upon my honour, yes there, don't cry any more I do love you. Harry held his breath in awful suspense.
"What's her name?" "Mrs. Browning. Don't be so rude," said Josephine. "Browning for gravies. Any relation of Robert?" "Oh, yes! You ask my husband," came the slow, plangent voice of Clariss. "You've got a husband, have you?" "Rather! Haven't I, Juley?" "Yes," said Julia, vaguely and wispily. "Yes, dear, you have." "And two fine children," put in Robert. "No! You don't mean it!" said Jim.
"Oh!" replied Aunt Juley, rather flustered, "it was so alluring, and her eyes and hair, you know...." She was silent, as if surprised in some indelicacy. "Feuille morte," she added suddenly; "Hester do remember that!".... Considerable debate took place between the two sisters whether Timothy should or should not be summoned to see Annette. "Oh, don't bother!" said Soames.
I say, Aunt Juley, make the tea, will you, and Frieda; we've got to talk houses, and I'll come on afterwards." And then, turning her face to her sister's, she burst into tears. Margaret was stupefied. She heard herself saying, "Oh, really " She felt herself touched with a hand that trembled. "Don't," sobbed Helen, "don't, don't, Meg, don't!" She seemed incapable of saying any other word.
That was something like a dear little house! Didn't you think so, Aunt Juley?" " I had too much to do, dear, to look at it," said Mrs. Munt, with a gracious dignity. "I had everything to settle and explain, and Charles Wilcox to keep in his place besides. It isn't likely I should remember much. I just remember having lunch in your bedroom." "Yes so do I. But, oh dear, dear, how dead it all seems!
"Oh?" murmured Aunt Hester, "ask Juley!" Long before they reached Robin Hill, however, the unaccustomed airing had made him terribly sleepy; he drove with his eyes closed, a life-time of deportment alone keeping his tall and bulky form from falling askew.
Francie was present, and Eustace had come in his car; Winifred had brought Imogen, breaking the ice of the restitution proceedings with the warmth of family appreciation at Val's enlistment; and Marian Tweetyman with the last news of Giles and Jesse. These with Aunt Juley and Hester, young Nicholas, Euphemia, and of all people!
Whether Helen has succeeded one cannot say. The day that Mrs. Munt rallied Helen's letter arrived. She had posted it at Munich, and would be in London herself on the morrow. It was a disquieting letter, though the opening was affectionate and sane. "Give Helen's love to Aunt Juley. Tell her that I love, and have loved her ever since I can remember. I shall be in London Thursday.
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