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There was something slightly unnatural in this prompt solution of so complicated a difficulty, and it had the effect of making Amherst ask himself what, to produce such a result, must have been the gist of her communication to Mr. Langhope.
Poor Bessy's uncertain fits of tenderness had produced more bewilderment than pleasure in her sober-minded child; but the little girl's feelings and perceptions had developed rapidly in the equable atmosphere of her step-mother's affection. Cicely had reached the age when children put their questions with as much ingenuity as persistence, and both Mr. Langhope and Amherst longed for Mrs.
"In that case if I had been notified earlier of this decision, I might have caught the morning train," he interrupted himself, glancing resentfully at his watch. "Oh, don't leave us, Tredegar," Mr. Langhope entreated. "We'll reason with her we'll persuade her to go back by the three-forty." Mrs. Ansell smiled. "She telegraphed at seven. Cicely and the governess are already on their way."
Tredegar's presence. The day had been a bad one for the patient, and Justine's distress had been increased by the receipt of a cable from Mr. Langhope, announcing that, owing to delay in reaching Brindisi, he had missed the fast steamer from Cherbourg, and would not arrive till four or five days later than he had expected. Mr.
"Did it never occur to you, when we met later when you first went to Mr. Langhope "? "To tell you then? No because by that time I had come to see that I could never be quite sure of making you understand. No one who was not there at the time could know what it was to see her suffer." "You thought it all over, then decided definitely against telling me?" "I did not have to think long.
She had thought it all out foreseen everything; and she wrung from me I don't yet know how! a promise that when I saw him I would make it appear that I cleared him completely, not only of any possible complicity, or whatever you choose to call it, but of any sort of connection with the matter in my thoughts of him. My poor friend, he adores her!" Mr. Langhope raised his eyebrows slightly.
It was Justine's turn to await with a passionate anxiety her husband's home-coming; and when, on the third day, he reappeared, her dearly acquired self-control gave way to a tremulous eagerness. This was, after all, the turning-point in their lives: everything depended on how Mr. Langhope had "played up" to his cue; had kept to his side of their bond.
Langhope might wish to hear the facts in my own words. I shall come back tomorrow, and after that it will be for you to decide what must be done." The brevity and simplicity of the note were characteristic; in moments of high tension Justine was always calm and direct.
Why should it?" he answered apathetically. "Then write tell Mr. Langhope not to give him the place. I want it over." He rose slowly to his feet, without looking at her again, and walked over to the desk. She sank down on the ottoman and watched him with burning eyes while he drew forth a sheet of note-paper and began to write.
Westmore's withdrawal, and the two ladies, after an exchange of goodnights, left the men to their cigars. Mr. Langhope was the first to speak. "Bessy's as hopelessly vague about business as I am, Tredegar. Why the deuce Westmore left her everything outright but he was only a heedless boy himself." "Yes. The way he allowed things to go, it's a wonder there was anything to leave.
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