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She knows that she disobeyed her father, and that he deserved to be disobeyed; yet she condemns other women who are disobedient, and stands out against Nelly McQuinch in defence of the unselfishness of parental love.
She strolled disconsolately to the window, and presently, seeing that Miss McQuinch was at work in earnest and had better not be disturbed, went off for a lonely walk. It was a glorious afternoon; and nature heaped its peculiar consolations on her; so that she never thought of returning until the sun was close to the horizon.
Will you be so kind as to give my respects to Miss McQuinch. I shall not see her again, as I must return to town by the last train to-night." "And are you not coming back not at all, I mean?" "Not at all." "Oh!" said Marian slowly. "Good bye, Miss Lind." He was about to raise his hat as usual; but Marian, with a smile, put out her hand.
"Perhaps," said Miss McQuinch, becoming excited, "she refused because she had too much good sense: aye, and too much common decency to accept. It is all very well for us fortunate good-for-nothings to resort to prostitution " "Oh, Nelly!" " I say, to prostitution, to secure ourselves a home and an income.
"Thank you," said Marian, shrinking a little: "I think Miss McQuinch knows it by heart." Then, still anxious to be affable to the workman, she added, "Lord Jasper says you are a great musician." "No, I am an electrician. Music is not my business: it is my amusement." "You have invented something very wonderful, have you not?"
It has been one continual garden party all through; and the weather is still lovely. Mr. McQuinch is very colonial: but I think his ways make the house pleasanter than if he were still English. Carbury is quite stupid in comparison to this place.
Then, controlling her voice with an effort, she added, "Do not try again to browbeat me into telling you a falsehood, Sholto." Douglas looked at her in surprise. Before he could answer, Miss McQuinch reappeared. "Well, Nelly," said Marmaduke: "is there any piano left?" "Not much," she replied, with a sullen laugh. "I never played worse in my life." "Wrong notes? or deficiency in the sacred fire?"
Soon afterward, when Marian was in bed, and Miss McQuinch, according to a nightly custom of theirs, was seated on the coverlet with her knees doubled up to her chin inside her bedgown, they discussed the adventure very earnestly. "Dont understand him at all, I confess," said Elinor, when Marian had related what had passed in the plantation.
'Polonaise in A flat major: Chopin' what rot! As if working people cared about Chopin! Miss Elinor McQuinch is a fool, I see. 'Song: The Valley: Gounod. Of course: I knew you would try that. Oho! Here's something sensible at last. 'Nigger melody. Uncle Ned. Mr. Marmaduke Lind, accompanied by himself on the banjo. Dum, drum. Dum, drum. Dum, drum.
In Portland Place he met Miss McQuinch, who, with the letter fresh in her pocket, looked at him indignantly, and cut him. At the Laugham Hotel he passed a member of his club, who seemed surprised, but nodded coolly. In Regent Street he saw Lady Carbury's carriage waiting before a shop. He hurried past the door, for he had lost courage at his encounter with Elinor.
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