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Mactavish was sitting opposite; and I went back to my bedroom-tent in the compound without having made up my mind whether she or Mrs. Martell was the prettier and the nicer. So you see George Martell did not make quite so bad a bandobast after all.
Marchmont was again led to fear that more was going on than should be permitted by so good a manager as herself. The dinner-bell soon brought welcome relief to all, breaking the spell of awkward constraint. Miss Martell improved visibly, for a most depressing fear had been removed.
Martell was more than slightly distant: he was stiff and formal. As circumstances then appeared to him, he thought that Harcourt had acted a very unworthy part. Mr. Martell naturally supposed that both Harcourt and De Forrest were at Mrs. Marchmont's, but that only Hemstead had been willing to venture to their assistance.
The robe of the bride was of white satin, tinged with yellow, the bodice cut low in the neck and shoulders, and ornamented with lace. Over her hair, built up by Martell, was flung the coronet of artificial orange blossoms held by the blonde lace veil. Then the satin boots and the six-button gloves.
You might have the same influence, and to a greater degree, because you naturally have more force and quicker sympathies. There is more magnetism in your nature, and you could understand and help, if you chose, a wider range of character than she. I doubt very much whether Miss Martell could make herself much at home among the plain country folk that you quite carried by storm the other evening.
May not this Christmas pass until each one has received the abiding peace and joy of the angel's message into the depths of his heart." After the service, Miss Martell, with glistening eyes, said to Harcourt, "I am glad you heard that sermon." "I admit," he replied, with bowed head, "that it is better than my old philosophy. I think Hemstead must have written it for me."
But George Martell was not quite his own master, he was only part of a "concern" and was bound to do his best for his partners. It happened, just about the time the P. and O. steamer was due at Bombay, that the most ticklish period of the indigo-planters' year was upon Martell. The juice had begun to flow from the vats.
"No, no," said Harcourt, eagerly; "circumstances appeared against me that evening, and you only judged naturally. You have no forgiveness to ask, for you have made amends a thousand-fold in this your generous acknowledgment. And yet, Miss Martell, you will never know how hard it was that I could not go to your rescue that night. I never came so near cursing my destiny before."
I know you wore them figuratively in your face this morning, when Miss Martell so enchanted you; but where are they, literally? Now a knight is supposed to be very careful of a lady's colors if he accepts them." "I have been; and Miss Martell has never seen your colors." "O, those so manifest this morning were hers. I understand now. But where are mine?" "I cannot tell you. But they are safe."
In some surprise, Lottie noticed that, instead of there being a printed sheet upon the piano-rack, both the words and music were written by hand. As Miss Martell sang, in a sweet but unfamiliar air, the following words, her surprise and interest deepened: At midnight, in Judean skies, There dawned a light whose holy rays Not only cheered the shepherds' eyes, But filled with hope all coming days.
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