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Gardew in her gentle voice, "the child is evidently very different from her mother, and I must respect the mother for doing her best to get her girl well educated." "Your girls are not going to school, are they, Sylvia?" asked Lady Lysle. "Mine? Of course not. Their father wouldn't hear of it." "On the whole, I think he is right," said Lady Lysle, "though there are advantages in schools.
"Now that I recall her, I do; but she never made a special impression on me. She never stayed here long enough." "Nevertheless, she is a sort of cousin of yours?" "Yes, Lady Lysle is mother's cousin; but then one doesn't love all one's relations," said Merry carelessly. "Have another piece of cake, Maggie." "Thanks," said Maggie, helping herself. "How delicious it is!"
After a time she said, "I am not at all sure I am not a real judge of treasures; but I have an uncle, Sir Charles Lysle, who knows more about these things than any one else in London; and if he thinks what I am inclined to think with regard to the contents of these two boxes, you will be" She stopped abruptly. Maggie's eyes were shining.
The rector's two little girls are going to Aylmer House in September, and that little Miss Howland whom I just introduced to you is also one of the girls under Mrs. Ward's care." "Then she will do well," said Lady Lysle alter a pause, during which her face looked very thoughtful. "I wonder if she knows your niece," said Mrs. Cardew. Lady Lysle laughed. "I presume she does.
I will go to see her. Yes, but she won't be in; that alone will clinch the matter. But first I will pay a visit to Lucia Lysle; she said she would be in London she told my dear wife so. But Lucia is so erratic, it is most improbable that she either will be at home." Mr. Cardew drove first of all to Lady Lysle's house in Hans Place.
The major had purposely selected unmarried men for his staff, for in the early nineties the Arctic was no place for a woman. But when the Government at Ottawa saw fit to commission Major Lysle to face the frozen North, and with a handful of men build and garrison a fort at the rim of the Polar Seas, Mrs.
"As a matter of fact, I agree with Aneta," said Lady Lysle. "A couple of years at that splendid school would do the girls no end of good." Mr. Cardew was silent for a minute. "I may as well confess something to you, Lucia," he said then. "What is it, Cyril?"
"They seem to like her, at any rate," said Lady Lysle, looking significantly as she spoke at the distant part of the grounds, where Maggie, with Cicely at one side of her and Merry at the other, was talking eagerly. "Oh yes, she seems a nice child," continued the great lady, "and it would be unfair to judge a girl because her mother is not to one's taste."
She wanted to leave her; she wanted to go and talk to Merry, who was playing a solitary game of patience in a distant part of the drawing-room; she wanted to do anything rather than remain by Aneta's side. Then Aneta looked up. "I had a letter this afternoon from my aunt, Lady Lysle." "Oh!" said Maggie.
I can serve up an elegant lunch if you want it." Tildy felt almost inclined to poke at her mistress in order to hurry her movements. Mrs. Martin opened the dining-room door and stood just for a minute on the threshold. She looked at that moment a perfect lady. Her gentle, faded face and extreme slimness gave her a grace of demeanor which Lady Lysle was quick to acknowledge.
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