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Marchbanks's jewel-case and her silk dresses, to Mr. Marchbanks's shaving brushes, and the children's socks that they had had pulled off last night. Elijah carried them all off, and piled them up in Mrs. Hobart's great clean laundry-room to await orders. The men hailed him as he went and came, to do this, or fetch that. "I'm doing one thing," he answered. "You keep to yourn."
Right glad was Lawrence to find that Colonel Marchbanks's humour was entirely changed, that the asperity of the previous night had passed away, and that the natural urbanity of his nature had returned. "A pleasant gallop, was it not, Senhor Armstrong?" he said, as our hero joined the group of officers around him. "Delightful, and quite new to me," said Lawrence.
Something thinks alongside always, or else you couldn't keep it up." "Are you making an essay on metaphysics? You're a queer little Ruth." "Am I?" Ruth laughed again. "I can't help it. It does answer back." "And what was the answer about this time?" That was how Ruth came to let it out. "About going over to the Marchbanks's to-night. Don't say anything, though.
Twelve years ago a certain Ralph Voles was sentenced to five years in a penitentiary for swindling. Mrs. Marchbanks's child lived. It was a girl, and baptized as Winifred. She was looked after as a matter of charity by William Meiklejohn, and entrusted to the care of Miss Bartlett, the ex-governess." Carshaw was certainly "interested" now. "Winifred!
Ruth knew what the "no company" meant; just that there was no regular inviting, and so no slight in asking her alone, out of her family; but she knew the Marchbanks parlors were always full of an evening, and that the usual set would be pretty sure to get together, and that the end of it all would be an impromptu German, for which she should play, and that the Marchbanks's man would be sent home with her at eleven o'clock.
Marchbanks's saying that she would give almost anything to have Lily taught such a style; she hardly knew what she should do with her; there was no good teacher in the town who gave lessons at the houses, and Lily was not strong enough to go regularly to Mr. Viertelnote. Besides, she had picked up a story of his being cross, and rapping somebody's fingers, and Lily was very shy and sensitive.
It was Dakie Thayne; who, after they had all been introduced and were walking on comfortably together, asked Ruth Holabird if it had not been she who had been expected and wanted so badly last night at Mrs. Marchbanks's? Ruth dropped a little back as she walked with him, at the moment, behind the others, along the path between the chestnut-trees. "I don't think they quite expected me.
Ruth was delightedly satisfied with it, with its situation above all; she liked to nestle in, in the midst of people; and she never minded their coming through, any more than they minded her slipping her three little brass bolts when she had a desire to. She sat down in her considering-chair to-day, to think about Adelaide Marchbanks's invitation.
That was what Rosamond said herself about it, when Ruth told it all at home. The response is almost always there to those who go for it; if it is not, there is no use any way. Mrs. Marchbanks smiled. "Does Mrs. Holabird know?" "O yes; she always knows." There was a little distance and a touch of business in Mrs. Marchbanks's manner after this.
Then you'll feel easier, and can come back. You'll want Mrs. Lewis Marchbanks's house for the rest of you, and plenty of things besides." While she was talking she had pulled the blankets and coverlet from the bed, and spread them on the floor. Mrs. Marchbanks actually walked down stairs with her chignon in one hand and the Sèvres cup in the other.
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