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"I have always hoped you would be our Mabel's husband. You know you have promised me." I smiled tearfully this time. He bounded off the bench, interrupting me with a low cry. "Do not mock me, Miriam Monfort," he exclaimed, "if you can do no better. My God! a baby of five years old suggested as a wife by you, my idol!
No, it was not exactly bullying, it was snubbing, a certain acid quality always present in Mabel's voice when she addressed her, that and a manner of always being what he thought of as "at her."
His personal vanity became almost a monomania, and he sat there, clutching Mabel's book, pale as death, and with flecks of foam gathering upon his lips, longing to appease his mortified vanity by tearing fiercely at something, as a baffled hound digs his claws into the earth when his prey is beyond reach.
From everybody and everything about her she learned: a few German phrases from the rheumatic old man whose wife kept the lodging house; Juliet's lines and the lines of Lady Macbeth from Mabel's shabby books; and something of millinery from the little Irishwoman who kept a shop on the corner, with "Elise" written across its window. She learned all of Wallace's parts, and usually Mabel's as well.
And with that the aunt's arms went round Mabel and Mabel's round the aunt in such a hug as they had never met in before. "But you didn't seem to care a bit this morning," said Mabel, when she had realized that her aunt really had been anxious, really was glad to have her safe home again. "How do you know?" "I was there listening. Don't be angry, auntie."
Austin, and keep her very safely until I come again. Promise me this!" I added, eagerly seizing her hand. "La! Miss Miriam, what's the use of promising for one afternoon, when I have taken the best of care of her all her life? You act so singularly to-day!" she added, pettishly, and she began to smooth Mabel's hair, grumblingly.
These were her last words to him as she wished him good-night. "Why Not Like Romeo If I Feel Like Romeo?" "That's nonsense, Miss Cass, and I shall," said Lady Mabel. They were together, on the morning after the little dinner-party described in the last chapter, in a small back sitting-room which was supposed to be Lady Mabel's own, and the servant had just announced the fact that Mr.
'Then do you think, mamma, that we may ask Julia to go with us? We like her best, and Mabel could stay at home and take care of the children, as she is the eldest. 'Not a bad suggestion, my dear Dora, replied her mother, 'only I fear there would be some objection on Mabel's part to such an arrangement. From what I have observed in that young lady, continued Mrs.
Minnie was sitting beside Mabel's bed on the third day of the holidays, when she heard a step outside the door. The handle was turned noiselessly, and Mona came in on tip-toes, fearful of creating the least sound. "Miss Chartres didn't tell me you were here," she said, her voice trembling. "How is she?" "I think the fever isn't quite so bad she hasn't been wandering so much this afternoon."
I have money, heaps of it; I have a good large house and servants eating their heads off. I will make Mrs. Grant comfortable; she will live with us, of course, and she is welcome to everything I have got; and I love you. That is the one great drawback, isn't it? The question is. Will you be able to put up with it?" Away in the back of Mabel's mind another voice whispered, "I love you."
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