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She drew the doctor out into an adjoining room and explained to him the idea which had occurred to her in connection with Mabel's constant repetition of this poem, asking if he did not think it might have some good effect.
'He says so, does he? Vincent replied. 'Yes, I can quite understand that. Some intonation in his voice struck Mabel's ear. 'Perhaps you agree with him? she retorted jealously. Holroyd laughed harshly. 'No, indeed, he said, 'I should be the last man in the world to do that. I only meant I could understand your husband taking that view. I read the book with intense interest, I assure you.
She had rather he had coupled it with opprobious epithets whenever he referred to him, than spoken of him as "this" or "that gentleman." If he took this high and chilly tone, with Mabel's wooer, there was no telling what might be the result of the affair.
She relapsed into a placid silence, looking at Rorie thoughtfully with her calm blue eyes. His travels had improved him. That bronze hue suited him wonderfully well. He looked more manly. He was no longer a beardless boy, to be patronised with that gracious elder-sister air of Lady Mabel's. She felt that he was further off from her than he had been last season in London.
"Go home?" said Mabel, slowly sitting up and staring at Kathleen with her big dark eyes. "Go home like that?" "Like what?" Kathleen asked impatiently. "Why, you," was Mabel's odd reply. "I'm all right," said Kathleen. "Come on." "Do you mean to say you don't know?" said Mabel. "Look at yourself your hands your dress everything." Kathleen looked at her hands. They were of marble whiteness.
The little Constance slumbered by Mabel's side, and a slip from that bunch of white roses, the last my sister had gathered, shadows the marbles that guard both of those now-distant, yet not neglected graves. Thus death at last entered our happy household! A great shadow fell over me, which I vainly strove to dispel with all the effort of my reason and my will.
And now the spring of 1874 had come, and in a few weeks my mother and I were to set up house together. How we had planned all, and had knitted on the new life together we anticipated to the old one we remembered! How we had discussed Mabel's education, and the share which should fall to each! Day-dreams; day-dreams! never to be realised.
Mabel's head is full of the book, and between us, poor little Miss Eaton will have a wearisome drive of it. "'I shall go with you, James answered, 'my letters can wait till the next mail. "'We have conquered, Mabel! cried Mrs. Harrington, with that air of triumph so many women show on such occasions, a feeling which, I confess, has always been a mystery to me. "But just now Mrs.
Then be went to the tube and asked another question or two, but the servant had no idea of Mabel's movements; it might be she had gone to the church; sometimes she did at this hour.
In June last she had seen him, by chance, for a few minutes, in Lady Mabel's drawing-room. Since that she had not heard from him or of him. That was now more than five months since. How could her love serve her, how could her very life serve her, if things were to go on like that? How was she to bear it?
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