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They leapt now to her brother and his wife, and sank, fatigued with their effort. Two frail, nervous hands embraced Majendie's, till one of them let go, as she remembered Anne, and held her, too. Anne had been vexed, and Majendie angry with her; but anger and vexation could not live in sight of the pure, tremulous, eager soul of love that looked at them out of Edith's eyes.
And yet there was a sense in which Maggie's betrayal cried to Heaven, like the destruction of an innocent. Majendie's finer instinct had surrendered to the charm of her appealing and astounding purity, by which he meant her cleanness from the mercenary taint. His own experience helped him to the vision. And Maggie had come to him, helpless as an injured child, and feverish from her hurt.
In summer the yacht brought him from "Hannay & Majendie's" dock to Fawlness creek. At Three Elms Farm he found Maggie waiting for him. This had been going on, once, sometimes twice a week, for nearly three years, ever since he had rented the farm and brought Maggie from Scale to live there. The change had made the details of his life difficult.
"Forgive me for calling at this unconventional hour Mrs. Majendie." Mrs. Majendie's silence implied that she could not forgive her for calling at any hour. Lady Cayley smiled inimitably. "I wanted to find you at home." "You did not give me your name Lady Cayley." Their eyes crossed like swords before the duel. "I didn't, Mrs. Majendie, because I wanted to find you at home.
Majendie's aim therefore was to avoid controversy with his ecclesiastical superiors, and at a time when, as he told Lidderdale, he was stepping back in order to jump farther, he was anxious that his missioner should step back with him. "I'm not suggesting, my dear fellow, that you should bring St. Wilfred's actually into line with the parish church. But the Asperges, you know.
"She can't be mixed up in it. He's past caring for Sarah, poor old girl." "She isn't past caring for him. She isn't past anything," sobbed Mrs. Ransome. "Don't be a fool, Topsy. There isn't any harm in poor old Toodles. Majendie's a jolly sight safer with Toodles, I can tell you, than he is with that wife of his." "Has she come home, then?" "She came yesterday afternoon.
"That good fellow would feel far more uncomfortable in the witness-box than most criminals do in the dock," said Quarles when the sailor had gone. "He is as certain that it was Mr. Majendie as he is certain of anything, but he is not going to commit himself. Shall we have a talk with Mr. Majendie next? Let me question him, Wigan." Majendie's appearance was in his favor.
For, above all, she had made a point of always being at home in time for Majendie's return from his office. At five o'clock she was ready for him, beside her tea-table, irreproachably dressed. Her friends complained that they had lost sight of her. Regularly at a quarter to five she would forsake the drawing-rooms of Thurston Square. However absorbing Mrs.
Majendie's hand for the moment of presenting her to her husband. By this gesture she appropriated Mrs. Majendie, taking her under her small cherubic wing. "Wallie, how d'you do?" Her left hand furtively appropriated Mrs. Majendie's husband. Anne marked the familiarity with dismay. It was evident that at the Hannays' Walter was in the warm lap of intimacy. It was evident, too, that Mr.
That night, before his departure, he confirmed her sad suspicions. "It's awfully good of you," he said stiffly, "to let me come again." "Good of me? Charlie!" Her eyes and voice reproached him for this strained formality. "Yes. Mrs. Majendie's perfectly right. I've justified her bad opinion of me." "I don't know that you've justified it. I don't know what you've done. No more does she, my dear.
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