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Could the Professor be married, and might there be some woman in the family? Or was it nothing to do with the Professor or with a letter, or was there a more present reason? Had Cora Lutworth attracted him with her youth and high spirits? They were walking ahead now, and she could hear his laugh and see how they were enjoying themselves. She had been a perfect fool to ask Cora.
"I dare say we can go to-morrow," John Derringham said. "You and I might walk over and perhaps Miss Lutworth and Freynault. We can't go a large party, the house is so small." "Why cannot you and I go alone, then?" she asked. "Oh, I think he would like to see Miss Cora.
Cora Lutworth was taking in every bit of her with her clever, kindly eyes. "What a sweet, distinguished violet-under-the-mossy-bank pet of a girl!" she was saying to herself. "No wonder Mr. Derringham goes to see his Professor! How mad Cis would be! I shan't tell her." And aloud she said: "You cannot imagine how I am longing to get a nearer peep of your beautiful old house.
It was a glorious day towards the end of August when he got onto the boat at Dover, and there ran across Miss Cora Lutworth, bent upon trousseau business in Paris. She was with her friend, the lady who chaperoned her, and greeted him with her usual breezy charm. They sat down together in a comfortable corner on deck, while the lady went to have a sleep.
It had not been Cora Lutworth or his political preoccupations, or anything but simply the odious fact that he had been in love with somebody else! This wretched English girl had taken him from her a creature of whose existence she had never even heard! And the world would know of his marriage before her own news had been made public! The gall of the whole thing was hardly to be borne!
She felt she hated Cora, and would have destroyed her with a look if she had been able. Miss Lutworth, meanwhile, brimful of the joy of life and insouciance, was amusing herself vastly. And John Derringham was experiencing that sense of relaxation and irresponsible pleasure he got sometimes when he was overworked from going to an excruciatingly funny Paris farce.
There was something familiar in the girl's graceful back, and, as she turned her fresh face to look at her companion, Halcyone saw that it was Cora Lutworth. Some magnetic spark seemed to connect them, for the pretty American girl turned completely round in her chair, and catching sight of the two jumped up and came towards them with glad, laughing eyes and out-stretched hands.
"The Sassoferarto Virgin in the Reale Palazzo is like Miss Lutworth, she is full of kindness and youth. The early masters' works, which are badly drawn and beautifully colored, I have to take apart and it is unsatisfying.
He had even balanced the advantages of marrying a rich American girl, one like Miss Lutworth, for example. But such beings were unproven, and might develop nerves and fads, which were of no consequence in the delightful creatures with whom he passed occasional leisure hours of recreation, but which in a wife would be a singular disadvantage.
Miss Lutworth said, while John Derringham had a sudden longing to turn back and carefully remove certain bits of iron and brick he wot of, and ask this nymph of the woods to take him on to their tree, and tell him more stories about Jason and Medea in that exquisitely refined voice of hers, as she had done once before, long ago.
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