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Maud, who leaned with her elbows on the table, searched Marian's face curiously, but said nothing. 'Has Mr Milvain shown you the new number of The Current? Marian went on to ask. They replied with a negative, and Maud added: 'He has nothing in it this month, except a review. 'A review? repeated Marian in a low voice. 'Yes; of somebody's novel. 'Markland's, supplied Dora.
Otherwise for six or seven weeks there has been nothing from himself." This gave Chatty a little consolation. "Theo says it is all wrong, that it ought to be dropped," she said. "Theo has become severe in his judgments, Chatty." "Has he? he was always a little severe. He got angry" Chatty did not observe the look of recognition in Lady Markland's face, as of a fact connu.
He talked to her more than he had done at a stretch for a long time, and made it so apparent how completely he calculated upon her as always his companion that Lady Markland's guilty soul was troubled within her. She faltered once, "But, Geoff, you know you will have to go to school, they all say, and then to Oxford, when you are a man."
I see it ever before me as a thing of beauty. David! she must be mine at any sacrifice!" "Who? Markland's pretty daughter?" "Yes." "Better start some other game," was bluntly answered. "Your former attempt to run this down came near ruining every thing." "No danger of that now. The ingots are all safe;" and the man gave a shrug. "Lyon " "My name is Falkner. Don't forget it, if you please!"
'He inspired the thing, of course; but I rather think it was written by that fellow Milvain. 'Think so? asked the publisher. 'Well, I know with certainty that the notice of Markland's novel is his writing, and I have reasons for suspecting that he did Yule's book as well. 'Smart youngster, that, remarked Mr Jedwood. 'Who is he, by-the-bye?
May heaven bless you, dear Fanny! In haste, suspense, and deep anxiety. Mrs. Markland's letter from her husband was very brief, and rather vague as to his purposes: "I will be home, if possible, this week; but may be kept here, by important business, over Sunday. If so, I will write again. Every thing is progressing to my fullest satisfaction.
So, love of art and beauty ruled his mind in spite of envy, and Markland found real pleasure in the ideal given him by the description he read. It was, almost, a new sensation. A friend came in, and spoke in praise of one who had performed a generous deed. There was an instant motion among the guests in Markland's heart, the evil inciting to envy and detraction, the good to approval and emulation.
Two men were engaged to watch all his movements, and on no pretence whatever to lose sight of him. The New York members of the Company responded instantly to Markland's suggestion, and one of them came on to confer and act in concert with him. A letter delivered at the post office to the stranger, it was ascertained, came by way of New Orleans.
The startled faces of the mother and son, the glance they gave at each other like a mutual consultation, the glow of indignation that overcame Lady Markland's paleness, were all apparent to him in a flash of meaning. "Oh, I know what you will say!" he cried. "It is not my house; it is Geoff's. A woman has no right to subject her husband to such a humiliation.
His mother thought it strange that he should show so much feeling on the subject; and she went through the great hall and up the stairs, through the depths of the vast silent house, to Lady Markland's room, with anticipations as little agreeable as any with which woman ever went to an office of kindness.
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