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He talked about nothing else." "I suppose," said Mrs. Majendie coldly, "there was nothing else to talk about." "No but it was so dear and naïf of him." She pondered on his naïveté with down-dropped eyes whose lids sheltered the irresponsibly hilarious blue. "He talked about his child your child to me. I hadn't seen him for two years, and that's all he could talk about.
He could tell her that much, but he wasn't going to give Majendie away. No, she couldn't get any more out of him than that. Sarah smiled. She did not need to get anything more out of him. She had her proof; or, if it didn't exactly amount to proof, she had her clue. She had found it long ago; and she had followed it up, if not to the end, at any rate, quite far enough.
It was the expression that Majendie had come to associate with Lent. He thought he saw in it the spiritual woman's abhorrence of her natural destiny. And with the provocation of it the devil entered into him. "Is there anything in poor Mrs. Gardner's conduct to displease you?" She looked at him in a dull passion of reproach. "Oh," she said, "how can you be so unkind to me!"
"If the somebody else is a good woman, poor Edie will fold her dear little hands, and offer up a dear little prayer of thankfulness to heaven." Upstairs the music ceased. The prodigal's footsteps were heard crossing the room and coming to a halt by Edith's couch. Majendie rose, placid and benignant. "I think," said he, "it's time for you to go to bed."
"I don't think I can possibly," said Anne, who was already reaping her sowing to the winds of emotion in a whirlwind of headache. "Let's all eat it and die," said Majendie. He hacked, laid a ruin of fragments round the evil thing, scattered crumbs on all their plates, and buried his own piece in a flower-pot. "Do you think," he said, "that Nanna will dig it up again?"
I said to myself that she was my aunt, but you were my guardian. Both of you have been told to look after me, and I prefer to be looked after by you. It is so simple," says she, with a suspicion of contempt in her tone, "that I wonder why you wonder at it. As I preferred you of course I have come to live with you." "You can't!" gasps the professor, "you must go back to Miss Majendie at once!"
With almost suicidal generosity, she had handed Majendie over intact, as it were, to his insufferable wife. She was wounded in several very sensitive places by the married woman's imperious denial of her part in him, by her attitude of indestructible and unique possession. If she didn't know him she would like to know who did. But up till now she had meant to spare Mrs.
But she was kept motionless by some superior instinct of disdain. Outwardly she appeared in no way concerned by this revelation of the presence of Lady Cayley. She might never have heard of her, for any knowledge that her face betrayed. Majendie, not far from the settee in the window, was handing cucumber sandwiches to an old lady.
And so subdued was Sarah that she found a certain relief in the reflection that, by clearing herself, she would clear Majendie. "I don't in the least know what you want to say to me," said Mrs. Majendie. "But I would rather take everything for granted than have any explanations." "If I thought you would take my innocence for granted " "Your innocence? I should be a bad judge of it, Lady Cayley."
Majendie had slept on board. He had sent Steve up to the farm with a message for Maggie. He had told her not to expect him that night. He would call and see her very early in the morning. That would prepare her for the end. In the morning he would call and say good-bye to her. He had taken that resolution on the night when Gardner had told him about Peggy. He did not sleep.
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