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Sybilla looked eagerly across the baronet's shoulder for a second. It was a lovely face, pure and child-like, with great, innocent blue eyes and wavy brown hair the face of a girl of sixteen. "It is very pretty," the baronet said, carelessly, and passed it to his wife. Lady Kingsland took it quite carelessly. The next instant she had turned sharply around and looked Mr. Parmalee full in the face.
'Why, in some cases, said the gentleman, with a suspicious glance at Wych Hazel's brown veil. 'How long is it since you were there, Mr. Falkirk? inquired Mr. Kingsland's next neighbour. The speaker was a younger man than Mr. Kingsland, and whereas that gentleman was a dandy, this one's dress was just one remove from that, and therefore faultless.
"Papa," the lad said, softly, but growing very white, "I don't understand what horror? what doom? Tell me, and see how I will bear it. I am a Kingsland, you know, and the son of a daring race." "That is my brave boy! Send them out of the room, Olivia priest, doctor, Mildred, and all then come close to me, close, close, for my voice is failing and listen."
The ball whirled on the hours went by like bright, swift flashes, and, from the moment of the redowa, to Sir Everard Kingsland it was one brief, intoxicating dream of delirium. My Lady Kingsland's maternal frowns, my Lady Louise's imperial scorn all were forgotten.
"My Lady Kingsland!" She bowed haughtily, hovering aloof. "You wished to see me, Mr. Parmalee that is your name, I believe. What is it you have to say to me?" "I don't think you really need to ask that question, my lady. You know as well as I do, or I'm mistaken." "Who are you?" she demanded, impatiently, impetuously. "How do you come to know my secret?
Vanity was not one of her pet follies; and besides, that morning's work had brought on Miss Hazel an unwonted fit of grave propriety; she was a little inclined to keep herself in the background. Amuse her the admiration did, however. It was funny to see Mr. Kingsland forsake billiards and come to quote Tennyson to her; Dr.
Lady Kingsland folded both her hands on his shoulder, and looked up in his face with anxious, searching eyes. "What is it?" she asked. The baronet laughed uneasily. "What is what?" "This gloom, this depression, this dark, mysterious moodiness. Jasper, what has changed you of late?" "Mysterious moodiness! changed me of late! Nonsense, Olivia! I don't know what you mean."
'You wouldn't have to drink it. Well, then, "La Poursuite"? Miss Kennedy hated 'La Poursuite. 'And for Miss Kennedy it is such breathless work, said Mr. Kingsland. 'And for Mr. Kingsland etcetera, etcetera said Kitty mockingly. 'Stephen, when there is an opportunity for remarks, I'll let you know. "La Poursuite" is just the thing.
You're a glorious fellow, George, and Sybilla will help you; for, listen" she came close and hissed the words in a venomous whisper "I hate Sir Everard Kingsland and all his race, and I hate his upstart wife, with her high and mighty airs, and I would see them both dead at my feet with all the pleasure in life!" "You get out!" rejoined Mr. Parmalee, recoiling and clapping his hand to his ear.
"There is more in this than meets the eye," she thought. "That man knows something of Harriet Lady Kingsland. I'll cultivate him for my lady's sake." After that Mr. Parmalee and Miss Silver met frequently. In her walks to the village it got to be the regular thing for the American to become her escort.
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