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It would be excellent but for one thing my husband is not coming back!" The mockery in Bessy's voice seemed to pass into her features, hardening and contracting them as frost shrivels a flower. Justine's face, on the contrary, was suddenly illuminated by compassion, as though a light had struck up into it from the cold glitter of her friend's unhappiness. "Bessy!
It was otherwise with Countess Coronini, whom I knew at St. Justine's Convent at Venice, and who stood very well with the Bavarian Court. This illustrious lady, then seventy years old, gave me a good reception and promised to speak on my behalf to the Elector, with a view to his granting me an asylum in his country.
Bessy stretched her softly tapering arms above her head and then dropped them along her sides with another yawn. "But it's almost morning it's wicked of me to have kept you so late, when you must be up to look after all those people!" She flung her arms with a light gesture about Justine's shoulders, and laid a dry kiss on her cheek.
Now I understand the reason of her insolence." "Oh, your Caroline has been very wretched, dear, and this spying system, which was produced by my love for you, for I do love you, and madly too, if you deceived me, I would fly to the extremity of creation, well, as I was going to say, this unfounded jealousy has put me in Justine's power, so, my precious, get me out of it the best way you can!"
The old confused sense that there must always be truth between them was struggling in him with the strong restraints of habit and character; and suddenly, before he was conscious of having decided to speak, he heard himself say: "I ought to tell you that I am not going back." "Not going back?" A flash of apprehension crossed Justine's face.
Sunny gleams came with the dawn, and Nadine was already wandering in the beautiful gardens of "The Banker's Folly," as the home perched on the hill was termed. It was there that Douglas Fraser suddenly came upon her, walking with the white-faced Justine. Both women could see that he bore tidings of grave import, and another shadow settled on Nadine's heart, as she clasped Justine's hand.
Ansell's aid in parrying her incessant interrogations as to the cause and length of Justine's absence, what she had said before going, and what promise she had made about coming back. But Mrs. Ansell had not come to Hanaford.
Some such chance the life at Lynbrook seemed likely enough to offer one is not, at Justine's age and with her penetration, any more blind to the poise of one's head than to the turn of one's ideas; but here the subtler obstacles of taste and pride intervened. Not even Bessy's transparent manœuvrings, her tender solicitude for her friend's happiness, could for a moment weaken Justine's resistance.
"It is for rank, wealth, and the hand of Miss Million, the rose of Delhi." Alan Hawke was practically received with open arms by the fluttering-hearted Euphrosyne, who nobly resigned herself to Justine's victory over Alan Hawke's heart. For the younger sister's letters had filled the elder's mind with rosy dreams of enhanced family prosperity. "Only this telegram.
"No but it's awful...this afternoon...." Her glance turned to the sick-room. "Go and rest I'll stay till bedtime," Justine said. "Miss Safford's down with another headache." "I know: it doesn't matter. I'm quite fresh." "You do look rested!" the other exclaimed, her eyes lingering enviously on Justine's face. She stole away, and Justine entered the room.
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