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"Oh, I can't hope for that much, my dear," sighed the lachrymose lady, shaking her head; but she kissed Louise again. Lawford waved a hand to her at her chamber window early on Monday morning as L'Enfant Terrible drove him in the roadster to Paulmouth to catch the milk train.
'Who was that with Alice? inquired the same toneless voice. 'I refuse to be ignored. I refuse to be made a child of. Will you please answer me? Lawford turned. 'Look here, Sheila, he began heavily, 'what about Alice? If you wired: well, it's useless to say anything more. But if you didn't, I ask you just this one thing. Don't tell her! 'Oh, I perfectly appreciate a father's natural anxiety.
'Don't let us say anything more about it, she implored him; 'we are just together again, you and I; that is all that matters. But her words were like brave soldiers who have fought their way through an ambuscade but have left all confidence behind them. Lawford listened; and that was enough just now that she still, in spite of doubt, believed in him, and thought and cared for him.
Lawford was still sitting on his bed before a cold and ashy hearth when Sheila knocked at the door. 'Yes? he said; 'who's there? No answer followed. He rose with a shuddering sigh and turned the key. His wife entered. 'That little exhibition of finesse was part of our agreement, I suppose? 'I say began Lawford.
Lawford had no particular interest in the summer crowd himself; but he knew the Perritons were influential people in the social world. With them was a majestic person the young man had never seen before. Undoubtedly the "Lady from Poughkeepsie." Her pink countenance and beautifully dressed gray hair showed to excellent advantage under the black and white parasol she carried.
And 'pon my word, Mrs Lawford, there's plenty of room for sceptics in a world like this. 'Very well, said Mr Bethany crisply, 'that's settled, then.
She gazed out of a gentle reverie into the golden valley. And so they sat a while. And almost as if she had felt the bond of acquaintance between them, she presently sighed, and addressed him: 'A very, very, beautiful view, sir. Lawford paused, then turned a gloomy, earnest face, gilded with sunshine. 'Beautiful, indeed, he said, 'but not for me. No, Miss Sinnet, not for me.
And half lying on the bed in her dressing-gown, her head leaning on the rail at the foot, was Alice, just as sleep had overtaken her. Lawford returned to the door and listened. It seemed he heard a voice talking downstairs, and yet not talking, for it ran on and on in an incessant slightly argumentative monotony that had neither break nor interruption.
'Yes, said Lawford, stolidly, 'they were all out as it happened. And, of course, he went on quickly, 'there was nothing for me to do but simply to go down and open the door. And yet, do you know, at first I simply couldn't move. I lit a candle, and then then somehow I got to know that waiting for me was just but there, he broke off half-ashamed, 'I mustn't bother you with all this morbid stuff.
His own letters were as short as possible, merely rendering an account of his ward's expenses, including a moderate board to himself, attested by Mr. Lawford, his co-trustee; and intimating Richard's state of health, and his progress in education, with a few words of brief but warm eulogy upon his goodness of head and heart. But the answers he received were still shorter. "Mr.
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