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Updated: May 10, 2025
Lippa is strangely silent on the way home and all the evening she avoids being alone with Dalrymple, but Jimmy gets uneasy and on saying Good-night adds in a low tone, 'Come into the garden early to-morrow, I want to talk to you.
'Neither one nor the other, is the reply, 'but I want to know if there is anything between you and Mr Dalrymple. Well Lippa? as there is no answer for a second and then, 'Nothing, she replies. 'Not at present perhaps, suggested Mabel, 'but hasn't there been? 'Why do you want to know? asks Miss Seaton. 'Well, dear, you see it is awkward, as he comes here so often, and
'Lippa, says Dalrymple, 'sing us something. 'What would you like? she answers, rising slowly. 'Anything, he replies. She runs her fingers over the keys and then sings 'The Garden of Sleep. Paul closes his book as she begins, looking at her earnestly.
'Are you rested? asks Lord Helmdon. 'I do believe you have been asleep, what! 'Yes, replies Lippa. 'I have been fast asleep 'Dreaming, suggests Miss Appleby, a young lady given to sentiment. 'Of me, I hope, puts in Chubby. 'Now, why you of all people, I should like to know, says Dalrymple, at which they all laugh.
It is some days later, and having a ball in prospect, Mrs Seaton has left Philippa to rest, whilst she goes on a round of visits; and Philippa, nothing loth, settles herself comfortably on the sofa with a book, and prepares to enjoy a lazy afternoon, but she is destined to interruption. The door suddenly bursts open and Teddy flies in, with 'Oh, Aunt Lippa, will you come into the Square with me.
Autumn passes away, and winter comes with its frost, snow and fogs, while Lippa waits for the day when Jimmy will know all, but just now her time is fully occupied, for the housekeeping has fallen upon her shoulders, as Mabel is up to nothing but hugging a little bundle with a red face, which made its appearance one day.
The drawing-room looks dreadful, all empty and bare, and the candles burnt down in their sockets. 'Ugh! Lippa shudders as she pokes her head in, just to have a look at the place where Jimmy bade her goodnight.
'No, we won't, says Lippa, 'but Jimmy, dear, don't you feel awfully happy, because I do. 'Sitting on this stile, queries he. 'No, of course not, don't be stupid, but, and she puts her arm round his neck, 'everybody is all right, are they not? Mabel has her child back, Paul has Clotilde, and oh, Jimmy darling, I've got you. There is a little sob as she says this.
The same day a council of war was held, in which the siege of Temeswaer was proposed and resolved on. This is a town of Hungary, upon the river Temes, whence it has its name. It lies five miles from Lippa, towards the borders of Transylvania, and about ten from Belgrade. The Turks took it from the Transylvanians in 1552, and fortified it to a degree that they deemed it impregnable.
'Not at all, says he, still wondering who she is, 'I will not be long, and he is as good as his word, reappearing with the key and setting them free, when they return to Brook Street. 'My dear child, says Mabel, addressing Lippa, as they enter the drawing-room, 'how very foolish of you to lock yourselves up like that.
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