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"If it were a girl in my own station I should not care so much," and she eyed Florence with marked hostility. "Mamma," she said, "do you see how Mr. de Barbazon is carrying on with Mrs. Leighton's governess? Really, I think it very discreditable." Mrs. Carter looked through her gold eye-glasses at the couple. "Is the girl really a governess?" she added. "She is very well dressed."
She did not dwell on the financial reinforcement that he brought to them, feeling instinctively that the knowledge of their straitened means would lower them in Doris Leighton's estimation, but drew a lively picture of the jolly Christmas party they had had at Greycroft, and the happy future they were looking forward to in their life together.
It would be easy to cite fifty passages from Archbishop Leighton's works in direct contradiction to the sentence in question which he had learnt in the schools when a lad, and afterwards had heard and met with so often that he was not aware that he had never sifted its real purport. This eighth Sermon is another most admirable discourse. Ib. Serm. IX. p. 12. Ib.
These, and two or three other sentences, slips of human infirmity, are useful in reminding me that Leighton's works are not inspired Scripture. 'Postscript'.
"Certainly," said Leighton. "I'll walk by there with you." Vi gave a shrug of protest, but Leighton's back was already turned. He fetched the key, and together they walked over to Lewis's atelier. When they had climbed the stairs and were at the door, Vi said a little breathlessly and without a drawl: "Do you mind very much not coming in? I won't be but a minute."
She went on slowly until she reached the barrier of rails that closed the entrance to Leighton's land of dreams. Here Lewis came up with her. "Nat," he said, "shall I help you over?" Natalie whirled round at the sound of his voice. Just for a second there was fright in her eyes; then color mounted swiftly into her pale cheeks, and her lips opened to speak, but she said nothing.
They had just reached coffee at Mrs. Leighton's when he arrived and sat down with them and began to put some of the life of his new hope into them. His appetite revived, and, after protesting that he would not take anything but coffee, he went back and ate some of the earlier courses.
Then Leighton's glance passed from her face to the two braids of hair, down the braids to her bare arms demurely still at her sides, down her carefully wrapped figure, down, down to her pink toes. Folly was watching that glance. As it reached her toes, she gave them a quick wriggle.
Leighton's rebuke fresh in her mind, it could only be a source of embarrassment, and, if discovered, subject her in all probability to a fresh reprimand. "You are kind to say so, Mr. de Brabazon." "Not at all. I hoped I might meet you again soon. What a pleasant time we had at the party." "I thought so at the time, but the next day I changed my mind." "Why, may I ask?" "Because your aunt, Mrs.
He explained, and she began to spend the divvy. At Mrs. Leighton's Fulkerson gave Alma all the honor of the success; he told her mother that the girl's design for the cover had sold every number, and Mrs. Leighton believed him. "Well, Ah think Ah maght have some of the glory," Miss Woodburn pouted. "Where am Ah comin' in?" "You're coming in on the cover of the next number," said Fulkerson."
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