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He looked up with a smile to see Lena's face crimson with wrath and shame. Her expression sobered him. "What's the matter?" he demanded. "It was Mrs. Lenox who drove by," she urged. "And she looked so amused." "I don't wonder. I'm amused myself," he replied gaily. "A nice thing for a gentleman to be seen doing," Lena went on, with a voice growing shrill like her mother's.
Erelong the result of all this became manifest. Anna grew fonder of her books, more ready to learn, and more willing to be kept after school! Ah, little did Mrs. Livingstone think what she was doing when she bade young Malcolm Everett make her warm-hearted, impulsive daughter think he liked her! "Mother, where's 'Lena's dress?
Your maid is here in the hall dead!" Emmet reached Lena's side first. He raised her in his arms and carried her into the room he had just left, where he laid her gently on a couch. Felicity had already run upstairs for brandy and smelling-salts. Emmet, standing over Lena in guilty solicitude, addressed Mrs. Parr. "Open the window," he said brusquely, "and give her some air."
'Lena hesitated, but he pressed her so hard, saying he should surely think she distrusted them if she refused, that she finally consented, and he took his leave, playfully threatening to come for her himself if she were not there with the rest. "You feel better, now, don't you ?" said Carrie with a sneer, as 'Lena re-entered the parlor. "Yes, a great deal," was 'Lena's truthful answer.
"Oh, how good in you!" cried Maggie and Bessie, both in one breath, while Lena's pale face flushed with gratitude and pleasure; and so the matter was arranged, Maggie undertaking to tell all the members of the club of the change in the place of meeting.
Magdalen had heard from Agatha on the first evening of the arrival of the sister, and the probability of the identification of little Lena's father with the Henry Merrifield of her former years, and she was deeply touched by the bestowal of her name so much that Nag avoided saying more, but only kissed her and went to bed. The Merrifields discussed the subject dispassionately.
Norris strolled up the path from the boat-house, quite indifferent to the fact of their lateness. Dick on the piazza watched their coming and needed no handwriting on the wall. The girl glowed and Ellery reflected her light. "It would be a perfect woman who should unite her spirit with Lena's soul-delighting body," Percival said to himself.
He painted and papered her rooms for her that spring, and put in a porcelain bathtub in place of the tin one that had satisfied the former tenant. While these repairs were being made, the old gentleman often dropped in to consult Lena's preferences.
They were serious and frivolous at unexpected places. They were not at all "elegant"; they were natural, but their naturalness was not of Lena's kind. Mr. Lenox rose and smiled at his wife. "I think I must go and have a look at my latest son," he said. "He is a very interesting person. At present he seems to be composed of two simple but diverse elements, a stomach and a sense of humor."
Sometimes Lena wished that she had been given a lump sum and allowed to browse alone, for she felt her taste pruned and pinioned by the very presence of Miss Elton, who, though she never ventured to criticize, had yet a depressing influence on Lena's exuberant fancies. Once, after such a silent sacrifice on her part, Madeline and she drove up to the Percivals' for five-o'clock tea.
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