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But after he had written a few words he laid down his pen, and swung his chair about so that he faced her. "I can't do it in this way," he exclaimed. "How then? What do you mean?" she said, starting up. He looked at her. "Do you want the story to come from Wyant?" "Oh " She looked back at him with sudden insight. "You mean to tell Mr. Langhope yourself?" "Yes.
Of course you will want to do everything to help him; but would it not be better to wait till Mr. Langhope comes back?" "Wyant thinks the delay might make him lose the place. It seems the board meets tomorrow. And Mrs. Ansell really knows much more about it. Isn't she the secretary of the ladies' committee?" "I'm not sure I believe so. But surely Mr. Langhope should be consulted."
"A week or two only she made that clear." "And what is his attitude?" "Ah that, I conjecture, is just what she means to keep us from knowing!" "You mean she's afraid ?" Mr. Langhope gathered his haggard brows in a frown. "She's afraid, of course mortally I never saw a woman more afraid. I only wonder she had the courage to face me." "Ah that's it! Why did she face you?
"But if you are to remain on the old terms with her husband, how is she to disappear out of your life without also disappearing out of his?" Mr. Langhope gave a slight laugh. "I leave her to work out that problem." "And you think Amherst will consent to such conditions?" "He's not to know of them." The unexpectedness of the reply reduced Mrs.
"There is no question of my buying it." "Oh, isn't there?" cried Jean joyfully. "What a relief! All the time I've been showing you the house I've been picturing us removing sadly to a villa in the Langhope Road.
Langhope made a resentful movement. "If that's the only point your mind dwells on !" Mrs. Ansell looked up. "It doesn't dwell anywhere as yet except, my poor Henry," she murmured, rising to move toward him, and softly laying her hand on his bent shoulder "except on your distress and misery on the very part I can't yet talk of, can't question you about...."
A few days after Justine's return he was called to New York on business; and before leaving he told her that he should of course take the opportunity of having a talk with Mr. Langhope.
Ansell, without answering, rose and put his tea-cup on the slender-legged table at his elbow; then, before returning to her seat, she found the enamelled match-box and laid it by the cup. It was becoming difficult for Mr. Langhope to guide his movements about her small encumbered room; and he had always liked being waited on. Mrs. Ansell's prognostication proved correct. When Mr.
And the bridge is another point: Bessy never used to play for money." "Well, she may make something, and offset her husband's prodigalities." "There again with this train de vie, how on earth are both ends to meet?" Mr. Langhope grown suddenly grave, struck his cane resoundingly on the terrace. "Westmore and Lynbrook? I don't want them to I want them to get farther and farther apart!"
She had made no mystery of her destination, leaving word with the servants that she had gone to town to see Mr. Langhope; and Amherst found a note from her on his study table. "I feel," she wrote, "that I ought to see Mr. Langhope myself, and be the first to tell him what must be told. It was like you, dearest, to wish to spare me this, but it would have made me more unhappy; and Mr.
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