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"Now don't, aunt Lucy!" said Fleda, guarding well her own composure; "you know he has had a great deal to spend upon the farm and paying men, and all, and it is no wonder that he should be a little short just now, now cheer up! we can get along with this anyhow." "I asked him," said Mrs. Rossitur through her tears, "when he would be able to give it to me; and he told me he didn't know!
"My dear Lucy, it would be splendid. Do you know any such?" "Yes; I met them abroad." "Gentlewomen?" he asked tentatively. "Yes, indeed, and at the present moment homeless. I heard from them last week Miss Teresa and Miss Catharine Alan. I'm really not joking. They are quite the right people. Mr. Beebe knows them, too. May I tell them to write to you?" "Indeed you may!" he cried.
In the heat of the moment other words slip out, but no offence was intended." She made him a little bow; she was trembling, though she would not have him see it. "We are not here," she said, "to criticise my father." Lucy was scarcely half aware how much she had gained in composure and the art of self-command.
She managed to conceal it pretty well, but carefully avoided meeting Herbert's eye, or those of his parents. The girls left directly on the conclusion of the meal, and having seen them off, Elsie slipped away to her own room. But Lucy followed her almost immediately, fairly wild with delight at the news Herbert had just been giving her.
There is a terrible pause you wonder if they say grace and then finally Lucy picks up her soup-spoon for signal and you're off! The conversation is general. That is because Lucy's guests are usually intellectuals, and whatever any one of them says is supposed to be so important that every one else must keep still and listen.
'Oh, Miss Martindale, said she, with an effort, 'we thought you must be staying in a great deal. Would you be so kind, now and then, as to walk with me? This was an alarming request, and not very easy to refuse. Theodora said something of seeing about it, and hoping 'It would be such a treat, said Lady Lucy, growing bolder, as the two gentlemen were speaking to each other.
'I think those were the words. I could not help writing them. Poor Lucy cried over the note, and we lowered down baskets of nourishment to be handed in, but we heard only of Lord St. Erme's continued swoon, and it was a weary while before the opening could be widened enough to help the sufferers out. They were exhausted, and could work no more on their side.
"But the Prussian boys are studious and wise, and the French are clever and skilful, and yet they have had that dreadful war: I wonder what it is that would make and keep all these countries friends!" And then there came an echo back to little Lucy: "For out of Zion shall go forth the Law, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem.
"I have not dared to hope that you could love me I'm old and ugly. But I worshipped you and I can not set you free. I told your father that I would come to sign the paper, and I spoke sarcastically to him, but I will beg his pardon, for I honor him." "Lucy, come here, quick!" the banker shouted in the garden.
Beebe, as they watched her from the window, "and she knows it. I put it down to too much Beethoven." Mr. Beebe was right. Lucy never knew her desires so clearly as after music. She had not really appreciated the clergyman's wit, nor the suggestive twitterings of Miss Alan.
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