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At the same instant the cab drew up, and Lettice was driven away with her friends, not, however, before she had forced Alan to take her hand, and had wished him good-night. "That must have been his wife," said Clara, whose face was white, and who was trembling violently. "Yes, confound her!" said her husband, much annoyed by what had happened. "Could you not stay to see what happens?
He pushed the door of his retreat ajar and listened intently, but only the responsive throbbing of his own heart could he hear. "Doll!" he exclaimed. There was no reply. "Doll," he repeated, in a little louder tone as he pushed door and tapestry aside and entered the room. "Doll!" "It is not Dorothy, Master Manners," replied a gentle voice, "it is I, Lettice, her maid."
But he was more or less consciously building on the hope that Dalton's suit would prosper, and that Lettice would settle down quietly as the mistress of Angleford Manor, and so be weaned from the somewhat equivocal situation of a successful author. It did not so much as enter his mind, by the way, that there was anything equivocal in Mrs. Westray's authorship.
He found Lettice sitting on the edge of the porch, and, panting vigorously, the dog extended before her, an expression of idiotic satisfaction on his shaggy face. They were, together, an epitome of extreme youth; and Gordon's discontent, revived from the night before, overflowed in facile displeasure.
"I thought he was close behind." "Who?" "De la Zouch." "Sir Henry de la Zouch!" repeated the maid. "'Tis he then who has been treating thee so ill. Were he not a noble, my Will should thrash him soundly for daring to offend so sweet a lady." "Take these balls to Master Manners, Lettice," said her mistress, composing herself as well as she was able.
He returned to his study, and was just settling down for a quiet read, when the sound of footsteps smote on his ear. He opened the door, and started back at the sight of a white figure which came floating towards him, with flowing locks and outstretched hands. "What is it? who is it? What is the matter? Lettice!"
I'd almost rather have a wife that wasn't so good but had some give to her." He sat down, clutching a heavy shoe which came off suddenly. Lettice was as immobile as the chest of drawers.
In a month in six months? Tell me only one thing there is no one who has forestalled me? You are not pledged to another?" Lettice stood up the effort was necessary in order to control her beating heart and trembling nerves. She did not reply. She only looked out to the sunlit landscape with wide, unseeing eyes, in which lurked a secret, unspoken dread.
You need not pity me, Lettice. I shall keep house for father after you and Hilary are married, and I shall be quite happy. I don't think anything could make me unhappy again, now that I know Rex cares for me, and that when he comes back " Norah stopped short, and Lettice drew in her breath with a painful respiration. "Oh, Norie, I envy you! I wish I felt like that.
Before she could speak, however, the door burst open, and Raymond precipitated himself into the room. He was a big, broad fellow of sixteen, for he and Lettice were twins, though widely differing in appearance. Raymond had a flat face, thickly speckled over with freckles, reddish brown hair, and a pair of brown eyes which fairly danced with mischief.
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