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The scandal of the clubs and of the Park would never reach her in the high seclusion of the house in Prior Street. Into that house Lady Cayley could not hope to penetrate except by guile. Once admitted, straightforwardness would be her method. She must not attempt to give the faintest social colour to her visit. She must take for granted Mrs. Majendie's view of her impossibility. To be sure Mrs.
To Gardner Majendie, with his consuming innocence and anxiety, was, at the moment, by far the more interesting of the two. The doctor brought all his grave lucidity to bear on Majendie's case, and sent him away unspeakably consoled; giving him a piece of advice to take with him. "If I were you," said he, "I wouldn't say anything about it until she speaks to you herself.
She was better able to admit the likelihood of that repentance because Mr. Gorst had never stood in any close relation to her. His iniquity had not profoundly affected her. But she found it impossible to realise that Majendie's influence could count for anything in his redemption.
The moment he came into the room she would struggle from her mother's lap, and crawl frantically to his feet. Her tiny face curled in its white, angelic smile as soon as he lifted her in his arms. Little Peggy had an adorable way of turning her back on her mother and tucking her face away under Majendie's chin.
To Majendie's mind nothing could well be sadder than the private affairs of Gorst, to which he was frequently required to give his best attention. The prodigal had been at last admitted to Prior Street on a footing of his own.
The nurse and Nanna looked kindly on the spectacle of Majendie's success, while his wife watched him steadily without a word. The nurse, presuming on her privileges, made an injudicious remark. "She won't do anything for anybody but her daddy. I never saw such a funny little girl." "I never saw such a shocking little flirt," said Majendie; "she takes after her mother."
Where has he been hiding his talents all this time?" Anne smiled a blanched, perfunctory smile. Ah, where had he been hiding himself, indeed? Miss Proctor stood central, radiating the rich afterglow of her appreciation. Her gaze was a little critical of her friends' faces, as if she were measuring the effect, on a provincial audience, of Majendie's conversational technique.
Majendie's voice and manner that Lady Cayley was further moved to compete in dignity and sweetness. She suppressed the smile that ignored so much and took so much for granted. "Unfortunately a great deal more has been said. Your husband is an intimate friend of my sister, Mrs. Ransome, as of course you know." Mrs. Majendie's face denied all knowledge of the intimacy.
And, for the sake of peace, Majendie kept silence, and his sister concealed her trembling and her tears. Gloom fell on the house in Prior Street in the weeks that followed Christmas. The very servants went heavily in the shadow of it. Anne began to have her bad headaches again. Deep lines of worry showed on Majendie's face.
Above them, just discernible through the tree-tops, veiled by a gauze of dazzling air, the hill brooded in its majestic dream. Its green arms, plunging to the valley, gathered them and shut them in. Majendie's figure was not diminished by the background. The smallest nervous movement on his part would have undone him, but he did not move.
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