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Iris drooped her head; but ere she could reply utter the words that sprang to her lips an exclamation of the deepest annoyance, mingled with a fierce imprecation, was ground out from between Kendal's teeth. There, directly in the path before them, stood Alice Lee. Had she been standing there long? If so, she must have heard every word that had been uttered.
The chorus of birds had died away, but the nests were not yet tenantless. The great sand-pit near the farmhouse was still vocal with innumerable broods of sand-martins, still enlivened by the constant skimming to and fro of the parent birds. And under Kendal's sitting-room window a pair of tomtits, which the party had watched that May Sunday, were just launching their young family on the world.
Kendal's mind by saying to him, 'The aunts are settled in here till they go to Knutsford. I hope you don't think there is not the least occasion for asking them to stay with us. 'Are you sure you do not wish it? said Mr. Kendal, with great kindness, but an evident weight removed. 'Most certain! she exclaimed, with full sincerity; 'I am not at all ready for them.
Kendal's appeal was not in vain. He was taken in at once. Indeed, his coming was most opportune, he was told. It so happened that his very first call was to the home of Mrs. Garner. "Garner!" The name sounded very familiar to him. His brow darkened as he heard it. Was not that the name of the young man who had been Dorothy Glenn's lover when he first met little Dorothy in the book-bindery?
Kendal's face, and the next moment flew up to her boy's bed-side. He started up, half asleep, but crying out, Mamma, where's Gibbie? 'Safe, safe! Maurice dearest, safe; only slightly wounded! Oh, Maurice, God has been very good to us! He flung his arms round her neck, as she knelt beside his crib in the dark, and thus Mr. Kendal found the mother and son.
Several of its members distinguished themselves greatly in after years. Lady Bancroft had left the company before I joined it, but Mrs. I was much struck at that time by Mrs. Kendal's singing. Her voice was beautiful. As an example of how anything can be twisted to make mischief, I may quote here an absurd tarradiddle about Mrs.
How was I ever to get free and to reverse that judgment of Mr. Kendal's? My very success stood in my way, How was 'Miss Bretherton' to put herself to school?" "But now," I said to her warmly, "you have got free; or, rather, you are on the way to freedom." 'She thought a little bit without speaking, her chin resting on her hand, her elbow on her knee.
I must be in Kensington at eight. He threw himself into Kendal's deep reading-chair, and looked up at his friend standing silent and expectant on the hearth-rug. 'Do you remember that play of mine I showed you in the spring? Kendal took time to think. 'Perfectly; you mean that play by that young Italian fellow which you altered and translated? I remember it quite well.
She would not enter the room, though she was just dying to know what they were saying as Kendal sat in the arm-chair before the glowing coals, while Dorothy knelt on the hassock at his feet. But that one glance of Iris had proved fatal to Kendal's peace of mind, and the hope swept over his soul that she would not think that he was talking love to Dorothy.
Kendal's return put a stop to all, for the sisters never told tales before him, and she would not bring the subject under his notice until she should be better informed.
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