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I'm not worth one little bit of it." "Go tell that to the second cousin of your grandmother's great aunt," was Leila's refreshing response. "We all have good taste. Don't belittle it. Since you feel a wee bit conscience-stricken over the violet basket, you may square yourself by telling us who it was for." "I can guess," boasted Muriel. "It was for Miss Humphrey." "No." Marjorie shook her head.
Leila's curiosity and interest were aroused: she willingly listened to her new guide she willingly inclined to conclusions pressed upon her, not with menace, but persuasion.
She was grateful when Cousin Jane declared for an early return. She could hardly wait to be alone. "What did I tell you?" Jane Blair stopped suddenly in their progress to the door and turned to her husband in low-toned triumph. "She's with him. Leila's with him." "Huh?" said Cousin Jim unexcitedly.
His voice, level as ever, rang sharply across the other man's distraction. "When did she die?" he asked him. "Just now." He ran his hand over his hair, gazing at Dick as if Leila and I were not there. "She she killed herself down in the Hotel Meynard." "Why?" Leila's voice, hard with terror, snapped off the word. "She she I don't know."
It was far into June when, having backed without serious misadventures two or three well-broken horses, Penhallow mounted him on Leila's mare, Lucy, and set out to ride with him. "Let us ride to the mills, John." The mare was perfectly gaited and easy. They rode on, talking horses. "You will have to manage the mills some day," said Penhallow. "You own quite a fifth of them.
"I should let her go on," she said: "it helps; it's the only thing that does help. I'll see if I can get them to let her come into the wards. She ought to be in touch with suffering and the men; that kitchen work will try her awfully just now: Was he very young?" "Yes. They wanted to get married. I was opposed to it." Leila's lip curled ever so little. 'You would be! she thought.
Leila's blue eyes were dark with emotion. "And that beloved child trotted blindly off by herself never dreaming that the note was a forgery. Well, I might have done the same." "I think you are right, Leila. The Sans have planned some kind of seance at that empty house to scare Marjorie. Probably they have dressed up in some hideous fashion.
It was as a picture or series of pictures that Jimmy Fort ever afterwards remembered his first supper at Leila's. He happened to have been all day in the open, motoring about to horse farms under a hot sun; and Leila's hock cup possessed a bland and subtle strength.
There was in the look, much more than in the words of the Donna Inez de Quexada, a soothing and tender interest that was as balm to the heart of Leila; in truth, she had been made the guest of, perhaps, the only lady in Spain, of pure and Christian blood, who did not despise or execrate the name of Leila's tribe.
The casements of Leila's chamber were peculiarly adapted to command a safe nor insufficient view of the progress of the enemy; and, with a beating heart and flushing cheek, the Jewish maiden, deaf to the voices around her, imagined she could already descry amidst the horsemen the lion port and snowy garments of Muza Ben Abil Gazan. What a situation was hers!
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