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The house was lit up when she returned. Her mother had gone upstairs. Catherine went to her, but even Mrs. Leyburn discovered that she looked worn out, and she was sent off to bed. She went along the passage quickly to Rose's room, listening a moment at the door. Yes, Rose was inside, crooning some German song, and apparently alone. She knocked and went in.
'I want to make a few notes, he said drily, when it was arranged; 'I should be glad to satisfy myself. When the Misses Leyburn were announced, Rose, though the younger, came in first. She always took the lead by a sort of natural right, and Agnes never dreamt of protesting. To-night the sisters were in white.
'Mamma is too good, thought the girl, with a little ripple of laughter. 'She takes it as a matter of course that all the world should admire us, and she'd scorn to believe that anybody did it from interested motives. Which was perfectly true. Mrs. Leyburn was too devoted to her daughters to feel any fidgety interest in their marrying.
After the evening at the Workmen's Club, and as a result of further meditation, he had greatly developed the tactics first adopted on that occasion. He had beaten a masterly retreat, and Rose Leyburn was troubled with him no more.
Every day Robert was on the lookout for the swallows, or listening for the first notes of the nightingale amid the bare spring coverts. But the spring was less perfectly delightful to him than it might have been, for Catherine was away. Mrs. Leyburn, who was to have come south to them in February, was attacked by bronchitis instead at Burwood and forbidden to move, even to a warmer climate.
Rose drew back a moment astounded, one hand on the piano, her dress sweeping round her. An awkward silence fell on the chattering circle of musicians. 'Good heavens! said Langham to himself, 'Lady Charlotte Wynnstay! How do you do, Miss Leyburn? said one of the most piercing of voices. 'Are you surprised to see me? You didn't ask me perhaps you don't want me.
Thornburgh sat and thought with trepidation of all sorts of unpleasant consequences which might result from this audacious move of hers. 'I don't know how we should get on, cried Mrs. Leyburn at last, with a sort of suppressed sob, while something very like a tear fell on the stocking she held. Mrs. Thornburgh was still more frightened, and rushed into a flood of apologetic speech.
And what a personage she had grown in these twelve months how formidably, consciously brilliant in look and dress and manner! Yes, he was still in town settled there, indeed, for some time. And she was there any special day on which Mrs. Leyburn received visitors? He asked the question, of course, with various hesitations and circumlocutions. 'Oh dear, yes!
He saw that what she meant by this picture of their common life was that no one need expect Catherine Leyburn to be an easy prey; that she wanted to impress on him in her eager way that such lives as her sister's were not to be gathered at a touch, without difficulty, from the branch that bears them.
But his attention was fixed on the group in which Rose's bright hair was conspicuous; and when Robert left him and went to amuse Mrs. Leyburn, he still stood rooted to the same spot watching. Rose was leaning against the piano, one hand behind her, her whole attitude full of a young, easy, self-confident grace. Mr.
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