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A hand was laid upon her arm. She turned a look of astonished questioning upon the man who had ventured to touch her. "Stop, please," he said; his voice was breathless as of one in great agitation. "Mrs Macmichel, I think you owe my wife a call? I want you to pay it now at once " "It is very kind of you; I " "You mustn't make excuses. You mustn't deny me. You must go; and you must stay."
"If you will excuse me for half a moment ?" But Mrs Macmichel had sprung to her feet and was at the door before the other. "Let me!" she said hurriedly. "I I have my hat on. You might take cold " "Excuse me!" Mrs Jones cried. "You really must allow me!" said Mrs Macmichel. There was quite a scuffle at the door as to which should go out first.
Isn't it delightful that young men are so much attached to their homes, nowadays?" It was indeed delightful, Mrs Macmichel answered; and added with an effort the original remark that home was a delightful place. She supposed it was, the other lady agreed. "I never go away from mine, my health does not allow me," she said; "and so, perhaps, I can hardly judge."
"When he was appointed to the Doughty, I wished so much to have him in his uniform. But the trouble I had to get him to have it taken! For no inducement in the world but to please me would he appear in uniform when not on duty, he said." And now he lay, like Nicanor, "dead in his harness." Mrs Macmichel was seated directly in front of the enlarged photograph.
Now, you are sure, after your walk, you do not feel the fire too much? Then move into this chair. You have really taken the least comfortable in the room. Now, isn't that better?" Mrs Macmichel said that it was delightfully cosy. She was inwardly shivering; the tips of her fingers felt like ice. She pulled off her loose gloves, and held a pair of white hands blazing with jewels to the flame.
I could wish that she might die before that we might both die." Tears had gushed upon the flabby cheeks; he mumbled his lips for a minute, unable to speak. "If there was anything else I could do anything!" Mrs Macmichel said. "But this !" "You will watch over her till I come back," he said, not even noticing her remonstrance. "It is a service I ask of you by right of our common humanity.
She could not but be flattered, although she could not help being surprised. "Tell Anne Pyman, I am sorry," Mrs Jones said to the maid, who, however, stood her ground. "And cook say, the butcher have been, and can she speak to you for a minute, ma'am?" she asked. The butcher! He who had brought the terrible news. In her eagerness Mrs Macmichel turned to the servant standing at the door.
Don't you think that much more will be required of us, and of them our dear children?" Mrs Macmichel had not thought of it in that light. "You see, we have no others to share our devotion, to distract our attention. Our only one should be, as near as a mother can make him so, perfect." "Wouldn't that make him a little well uninteresting?"
The dark eyes of the elder woman questioned her sharply. "How strange how very strange it should have been sent on here!" "My husband knew I was coming to make a long call. He sent it on." Mrs Jones sat down again before her tea-tray, and in the speaking eyes was a dawning of suspicion "I hope nothing is the matter?" she said. "You will read your telegram, Mrs Macmichel?"
"Let your master know at once that Mrs Macmichel is here, Mabel," she said to the servant, and gave Mabel a look which indicated tea was to make its appearance with as little delay as possible. "Are you walking or driving? Walking? Really? Now, would you rather sit near the fire or the open window? It is the kind of day isn't it? when either is agreeable."
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