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A quarter of an hour later it was Minna's turn, and only George remained; he was eager to tell his mother of the day's experiences at school; clambering down from his father's lap he went to her, and, with an arm flung about her neck, began an involved account. She listened with interest and comprehension.
When at last she admitted Minna the latter saw at once the ravages of inward fever; Seraphita's voice was hollow, her skin pallid; hitherto a poet might have compared her lustre to that of diamonds, now it was that of a topaz. "Have you seen her?" asked Wilfrid, who had wandered around the Swedish dwelling waiting for Minna's return. "Yes," answered the young girl, weeping; "We must lose him!"
Minna's voice went on. She would let her read a page. She began to wonder rather blankly what she was to do to fill up the hour after they had all read a page. She had just reached the conclusion that they must do some sort of writing when Fraulein Pfaff came, and still affable and smiling had ushered the girls to their mending and sent Miriam off to the saal.
Twice a week, from nine to ten in the morning, he superintended the girl's scales and exercises. The room in which they did this was Minna's studio an odd workroom, which, with an amusing fidelity, reflected the singular disorder of her little feminine mind.
You have given me a real pleasure in allowing me to welcome you here." The footman appeared at her elbow. "Dinner is served, madame," he announced. When Mrs. Hooven had left the boarding-house on Castro Street, she had taken up a position on a neighbouring corner, to wait for Minna's reappearance. Little Hilda, at this time hardly more than six years of age, was with her, holding to her hand.
She was thinking what a simple, what a glorious thing was a love such as Stransky's and Minna's: the mating of a man and a woman whose brains were not oversensitized by too complicated mentality; of a man and a woman direct and sincere, primarily and clearly a man and a woman. Such happiness could never be for her now; for her who had let a man make love to her for his own undoing.
She sat up stiffly adjusted her pince-nez and desperately ordered the reading to begin again at Minna. They all subsided and Minna's carefu blissfully-smiling face. The others sat back and attended. Miriam watched Minna judicially, and hoped she looked like a teacher. She knew her pince-nez disguised her and none of these girls knew she was only seventeen and a half.
'I could put up with anything to please Henry, and save Minna's little hard-worked bones. 'I will send her to-morrow. Is it not Minna's day of ague? 'Yes, poor dear. That is always the day we get into trouble.
I entreat you, in Minna's interests oh! not in mine! to modify them." The tone in which those words fell from her lips was so unnaturally quiet, that Mrs. Wagner suddenly turned again with a start, and faced her. "What do you mean by impossibilities? Explain yourself." "You are an honest woman, and I am a thief," Madame Fontaine answered, with the same ominous composure.
At this time, she had found her way uptown again, and towards ten o'clock was sitting upon a bench in a little park full of nurse-maids and children. A group of the maids drew their baby-buggies to Minna's bench, and sat down, continuing a conversation they had already begun. Minna listened.
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