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Brett names Harry, and says Mr. Warrington arrived about midnight yesterday and Betty, my Lady Maria's maid, was with him. "And my Lady Maria sends your ladyship her love and duty, and hopes you slept well," says Brett. "Excellently, poor thing! Is Betty gone to her?" "No; she is here," says Mrs. Brett. "Let me see her directly," cries the old lady.
"She is getting out all right with Maria's help; sit down, Ida," said Harry, still with that tone of command which was so foreign to him. Ida hesitated a second, then she sat down. She realized the grace and policy of yielding in a minor point, when she had a large one in view.
He could not tell whether the news saddened or rejoiced him, but, at least, it brought Maria's image vividly before his eyes. The spell of her presence was over him again, and he felt, as he had felt on that last evening, the mysterious attraction of her womanhood.
"This poor lady so beset on every hand by a parcel of villains, each more unscrupulous than the other. Fanfulla, send for Peppe. We must despatch the fool to her with warning of Gian Maria's coming, and warning, too, against this man of Mantua she has fled with." "Too late," answered Fanfulla. "The fool departed this morning for Roccaleone, to join his patrona." Francesco looked his dismay.
"'Twouldn't be no trouble at all if it wasn't for Phineas spending so much car-fare going to church and that bow-legged, onery rent-man, that comes sneakin' round here every week, acting like poor people just kep' money settin' 'round in jars waitin' fer the likes of him!" Maria's hatred of the rent man was the one emotion that seemed to be left in her withered bosom.
"Yes; one or two fly away from the nest pretty well every year," answered Kalle, "and now I suppose we shan't have any more. It's an unfortunate figure we've stopped at a horrid figure; but Maria's become deaf in that ear, and I can't do anything alone." Kalle had got back his roguish look. "I'm sure we can do very well with what we've got," said Maria.
"I won't laugh all the while she's here," declared Gyp. "We'll be angelic, mother," they chorused, and they really meant it. Aunt Maria's arrival, an hour before dinner, was nothing short of majestic.
"I think it would be a very good idea to pack away those dishes altogether, and put them in a box up in the garret," said Miss Holmes. Then she noticed Maria's face. "They will come in handy for your wedding outfit, little girl," she added, kindly and jocosely, but Maria did not laugh. Every now and then Maria looked at the clock on the parlor shelf, that was also new.
She recalled Harold Waring's faithful words and Meta Neale's gentle counsels, and remembered all the comfort and help which she had found in Mrs. Beaton's friendship. So powerfully did good emotions work within her that she suddenly resolved to fly from Maria's companionship. The Dennetts were mortally offended, but what did that matter?
"By what he knew of me already," said Sanchia with spirit. Lady Maria twinkled; but her scrutiny was keen. "I don't think you have explained the gardener," she told her. Sanchia blushed. "He's a boy," was her suggestion: but Lady Maria's comment on that was, "And a bruiser it seems." Sanchia smiled gently. "Poor Struan! He was very difficult. He made me furiously angry. What he did was outrageous.
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