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Leyburn called her, and she went to sit on a stool at her mother's feet, her hands resting on the elder woman's lap, the whole attitude of the tall active figure one of beautiful and childlike abandonment. Mrs. Leyburn wanted to confide in her about a new cap, and Catherine took up the subject with a zest which kept her mother happy till bedtime.
Leyburn, a tall delicate-looking woman, wrapped in a white shawl, about whom there were only three things to be noticed an amiable temper, a sufficient amount of weak health to excuse her all the more tiresome duties of life, and an incorrigible tendency to sing the praises of her daughters at all times and to all people.
What a miscellaneous collection it was! He began to be irritably jealous for Rose's place in the world. She ought to be more adequately surrounded than this. What was Mrs. Leyburn what were the Elsmeres about? He rebelled against the thought of her living perpetually among her inferiors, the centre of a vulgar publicity, queen of the second-rate.
The first contact with love is intoxicating to any girl of eighteen, even though the romance be not hers. But Mrs. Leyburn sat bewildered. Elsmere went up to her, stooped and took her hand. 'Will you give her to me, Mrs. Leyburn? he said, his boyish looks aglow, his voice unsteady. 'Will you let me be a son to you? Mrs. Leyburn rose. He still held her hand. She looked up at him helplessly.
'Very proper of you to say so, returned Lady Charlotte sharply; 'the remark, however, my good sir, does more credit to your heart than your head. 'In the next place, he went on undisturbed, 'why you should have done your best this whole winter to throw Miss Leyburn and me together, if you meant in the end to oppose my marrying her, I don't quite see. He looked up smiling.
If there was good news, it was presented in its most sugared form to Mrs. Leyburn; but the moment any element of pain and difficulty cropped up in the common life, it was pounced upon and appropriated by Catherine, aided and abetted by the girls, and Mrs. Leyburn knew no more about it than an unweaned babe.
Like all theorists, especially those at secondhand, Mrs. Leyburn's maxims had been very much routed by the event. The babe had ailments she did not understand, or it developed likes and dislikes she had forgotten existed in babies, and Mrs. Leyburn was nonplussed. She would sit with it on her lap, anxiously studying its peculiarities.
I wished her to put it off till I could go with her, but she declared she would rather get over the first week or two by herself. How I should like you to know my mother, Miss Leyburn! At this she could not help meeting his glance and smile, and answering them, though with a kind of constraint most unlike her. 'I hope I may some day see Mrs. Elsmere, she said.
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.
Mrs. Leyburn brightened visibly as the flood proceeded. Alas, poor Catherine! How little room there is for the heroic in this trivial everyday life of ours! Catherine a bride, Catherine a wife and mother, dim visions of a white soft morsel in which Catherine's eyes and smile should live again all these thoughts went trembling and flashing through Mrs. Leyburn's mind as she listened to Mrs.
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