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No one with a taste for the wine of life, but relishes the unusual, least of all Francezka; for I saw plainly, under all her softness, a soul like Peggy Kirkpatrick's. And the more I knew of her in after years, the more I knew that she had the courage of a Crusader only partly concealed by a pretty, affected shyness.
I sat down and told him freely all that had happened from my strolling into Madame Riano's garden until that moment. "Peggy Kirkpatrick's garden," he said, absently tweaking my ear a way he had. "That woman is the devil's grandmother. When she is awake the devil sleeps, knowing all his business is well attended to by her.
She met Kirkpatrick's sharp dilated eyes with smiling composure. "This war, and much that has happened incidental to it; yes." "You could forget it easier in California." "I should forget too much." "It's awful to think of you not comin' back, though I understand well enough. Europe suits you all right. But...but...." He rose abruptly almost overturning his fragile chair.
Kirkpatrick fondled her hand more perseveringly than ever, hoping thus to express a sufficient amount of sympathy to prevent her from saying anything injudicious. But the caress had become wearisome to Molly, and only irritated her nerves. She took her hand out of Mrs. Kirkpatrick's, with a slight manifestation of impatience.
Gibson was occasionally inclined to complain of the frequency of Helen Kirkpatrick's letters; for before the penny post came in, the recipient had to pay the postage of letters; and elevenpence-halfpenny three times a week came, according to Mrs Gibson's mode of reckoning when annoyed, to a sum 'between three and four shillings. But these complaints were only for the family; they saw the wrong side of the tapestry.
Gibson's opinion, but to make a clean breast of it, and tell her ladyship all. He turned round, and took hold of Mrs. Kirkpatrick's hand, and said out straight, 'I have been asking Mrs. Kirkpatrick to be my wife, and to be a mother to my child; and she has consented. I hardly know how to thank her enough in words. 'Umph! I don't see any objection. I dare say you'll be very happy.
But the great thing was to get out of the unpleasantness of the present time and place; and uncle Kirkpatrick's will do this as effectually, and more pleasantly, than a situation at Nishni-Novgorod in an ice-palace. He had given Molly's thoughts a turn, which was what he wanted to do. Molly could not help remembering Mr.
Coxe; so that one of the good reasons for the step he had taken was always present to him, while it had slipped off the smooth surface of Mrs. Kirkpatrick's mirror-like mind without leaving any impression. She now recalled it, on seeing Mr. Gibson's anxious face. But what were Molly's feelings at these last words of her father's?
Since she had been in Peggy Kirkpatrick's care she had lived in Paris. But it was known that her Brabant estate was dearer to her than any or all of her possessions, and the Brabant people said that when she was her own mistress she would live in Brabant.
He gazed at her astounded, and once more had recourse to his rather heavy sarcasm. "Even when they use slang." "Oh, we're never afraid to like lots of the middle-class bourgeois. Too sure of ourselves to care a hang what any one thinks of us." Alexina came hastily to the rescue, for a dull glow was kindling in Mr. Kirkpatrick's small sharp eyes.
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