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Updated: May 10, 2025
'Like all other women you're dying of curiosity to know; own the truth! and after a pause Lippa adds, apparently deeply interested in the point of her shoe, 'If you must know, he did ask me to marry him, but I said I couldn't, here the shoe is drawn out of sight as though it had not found favour in its owner's eyes. Mabel is astonished, tries to see Lippa's face and not succeeding says,
I should like it to be called Lilian, but both George and Lippa say it would be unlucky; he, you know, always hopes we may find her again. 'And yourself, dear? asks Lady Dadford. 'I think I have almost given up hope now. It is worse than if she had died at home and ... 'Yes, yes, I understand, says Lady Dadford, 'but I would not give up hope quite.
It is still quite early, two or three costermongers' carts are being wheeled along by their owners, fresh from Covent Garden; a lark belonging to the house opposite is singing merrily despite its small cage, and Lippa smiles as she recalls the old saying, 'Blessed is the bride whom the sun shines on.
Lippa scarcely took in what the ancestral home of the Dadfords was like, when she arrived last night, but waking early she dresses hastily in order to survey the surrounding country, an outing before breakfast she delights in, when all the world seems fresh and clean, and the humdrum business of life is barely begun.
'Go and see, suggests Lippa, and Mabel filled with curiosity, hastens upstairs, but returns again in a minute.
'Look here, Lippa, says he at length in rather a lower tone, 'don't you know, has no one told you that I was married five years ago. 'Married? exclaims Miss Seaton in astonishment, 'oh, I'm so sorry I said that. 'It does not matter in the least, he replies, 'but I should think no one has been more desperately in love than I was once. 'She, your wife, is dead? asks Lippa quietly.
On one occasion the pastor went to Déva, and when he returned he had a lot to tell her ladyship of a fine young fellow, Szilard by name, who held the office of magistrate at Lippá. His other name he had forgotten, but Henrietta easily guessed it. Mr.
'Oh, how do you do, Miss Seaton? makes Lippa turn, who is in earnest conversation with Dalrymple, and see Harkness standing before her. She would have liked to give vent to a naughty little expression, but she merely bows saying 'I had no idea of meeting you here, isn't it a lovely day?
Lippa who has been gazing out of the window into the gaslit street below turns slowly, and going up to Mrs Seaton sits down on a stool at her feet, she is looking very lovely in a pale blue tea-gown and the lamp-light falling on her golden hair. 'Well, Mab, she says, 'is it a lecture or good advice, I'm not to mind?
Such a state as this Lippa has reached, when she is suddenly brought down from the elevated height to which her mind has soared, to the outward circumstances of life, by the squeaking of a window which is suddenly opened; she is so close to the house, that on looking up she recognises the brown head that is thrust out for a moment.
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