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Every foot of the way, though it was not through a very enchanting landscape, was joyous to Matilda's vision; and when the grounds were reached of General Francis's villa, there was nothing more left in this world to desire. For there were plantations of trees, extending far and wide, with roads and paths cut through them; over which the young fresh foliage cast the sweetest of shadow.
Matilda's confidence in herself was thus increased. When she had answered a difficult question, she could not doubt that she had succeeded; this was not a matter that admitted of the uncertainty which alarms timid tempers. Mad. de Rosier began by asking her young arithmetician questions only when they were by themselves but by and by she appealed to her before the rest of the family.
Just at the time you refer to, I heard that Darrell had been to France, inquiring himself into facts connected with my former story, that Matilda's child was dead. That very inquiry seemed to show that he had not been so incredulous of my assertions of Sophy's claims on him as he had affected to be when I urged them. He then went on into Italy.
"Why, Patricia Levine! You know if I didn't answer Aunt Matilda's letter she'd pack her suit-case, and come right here!" "Good gracious! Hurry up and finish it," cried Patricia. "I wouldn't want her coming here." "I've got a cold, so I couldn't go out to mail it," drawled Arabella.
"Caroline is my point to my little story. Have you two been sitting in Mrs. Matilda's car or mine, or did you roost for a time on the fence over there in the dark?" "Please, David, please hush and give me a bird and a biscuit I'm hungry," answered Caroline as she sank on a cushion beside Mrs. Buchanan.
To conclude, sir, if I might venture to advise you, I should recommend trying the effect on Mrs. R. of absence and silence." A most sensibly written letter. I shall certainly take Matilda's advice. My name is never mentioned by Stella and not a day has passed without my thinking of her! Well, I suppose a man can harden his heart if he likes. Let me harden my heart, and forget her.
"Warmer weather to-morrow, the paper says, and I guess we shall all be glad to have it," Aunt Matilda was saying. "It w-would be f-fine to h-h-have it w-w-warmer," said Arabella, her teeth chattering so that she thought every one must hear them rattle. Over her paper Aunt Matilda's bright eyes peered at the little girl who shivered in spite of her effort to stand very still.
Livingstone had requested his mother to keep it from his wife, and she, appreciating his motive, promised secrecy, lamenting the while the ill-fortune which had prevented Nancy from being her daughter-in-law, and dwelling frequently upon the comfort she should take were Nancy there in Matilda's place.
She would be contented enough after she was married. Nobody could be discontented who was Randall Burnley's wife. Janet was sure of that. Janet liked picking apples; Avery did not like it; but Aunt Matilda had decreed that the red apples should be picked that afternoon, and Aunt Matilda's word was law at the Sparhallow farm, even for wilful Avery.
I felt almost guilty of having spied too curiously into that tender heart, and I was not going to speak of its secrets hidden, Miss Matty believed, from all the world. I ushered Miss Pole into Miss Matilda's little drawing-room, and then left them alone. But I was not surprised when Martha came to my bedroom door, to ask me to go down to dinner alone, for that missus had one of her bad headaches.
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