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She wondered at him, and now if he had spoken to Mrs. Maybough instead of Charmian, it was not her fault, certainly. She did not wish to revenge herself, but she remembered how much she had been left to account for as she could, or painfully to ignore. If he was mystified and puzzled now, it was no more than she had been before.
Maybough, when they went back to her before any one else came; Cornelia could see that her features were rather small and regular, and that her hair was that sort of elderly blond in color which makes people look younger than they are after they have passed a certain age.
Miss Maybough did not give this time to sink very deep into Cornelia's spirit. "Will you let me call you by your first name?" "Why, I've hardly ever been called by any other," said Cornelia simply. "And will you call me Charmian?" "I had just as lief." Cornelia laughed; she could not help it; that girl seemed so odd; she did not know whether she liked her or not.
But you are different from other girls you are so true! Yes, you would have to tell it if it killed you; I can see that; and you couldn't tell it, and you had to break his heart. Yes, you had to!" "Oh, Charmian Maybough! How cruel you are!"
"Charmian Maybough, if you breathe, if you dream a word to him about it I will never speak to you. If my picture can't get into the Exhibition without the help of friends " "Oh, I shan't speak to him about it," Charmian hastened to assure her. In pursuance of her promise, she only spoke to Mrs. Wetmore, and at the right time Wetmore used his influence with the committee.
She tried to keep Cornelia from setting the facts straight, because it took all the romance out of them, and she said she should always believe them as she had reported them. Cornelia knew from novels that they were very humble facts, but she was prepared to abide by them whatever a great society woman like Mrs. Maybough should think of them. Mrs.
"Do they laugh at her a little, too?" Ludlow asked. "Why?" "She's rather romantic." "Oh, I thought all girls were romantic." "Yes? You're not." "What makes you think so?" asked the girl. "I'm a great deal more romantic than is good for me. Don't you like romantic people? I do!" "I don't believe I do," said Ludlow. "They're rather apt to make trouble. I don't mean Miss Maybough.
Maybough became the owner of the picture, yesterday, but I will offer her an advance on the price she paid." Cornelia now thought she was really angry with him for the first time since their marriage. She would not speak at once, but when she did speak, it was to say, "No, let her keep it. I know Charmian made her buy it and I wouldn't like to take it from her.
You're equal to life as it comes. But I have to prepare myself for it every way I can. Don't you see?" She led her, all embraced, into the drawing-room, where she released her to the smooth welcome of Mrs. Maybough.
"Yes," said the other girl. "They act as if you didn't know a thing." "I wouldn't go," said Miss Maybough. "I don't know. Perhaps I may." The girl went on drawing, and Miss Maybough turned to Cornelia again. "Towards the end of your third year or perhaps you don't like to have your future all mapped out. Does it scare you?"
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