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And his great position in England would give scope for her ambition, which never could be satisfied like Moravia's with just social things. She would begin to study English politics and the other great matters which Henry was interested in.
"I have not the slightest idea it has puzzled me, too," and Moravia's voice was perplexed. "Ever since the ball at your sister's she has been changed in some way. Had you any quarrel or jar, or difference of opinion? Don't think I am asking from curiosity I am really concerned." Henry's distinguished face grew pinched-looking; it cut like a knife to have his vague unadmitted fears put into words.
Meanwhile, up in Moravia's room, Sabine was seated upon the white sheep's-skin rug before the fire; she was wildly excited and extremely unhappy. The sight of Michael again had upset all her fancied indifference, and shaken her poise; and apart from this, the situation was grotesque and unseemly.
He was unconscious of the fact that he felt very much better than he had ever imagined that he could feel after such a blow. Moravia's maneuvrings and sweet sympathy had been most effective, and Henry had fallen asleep while her spell was still upon him and only awakened after several hours of refreshing slumber.
Girolamo had seen his nurse entering the far gate and was racing off to meet her, so that they were quite alone in the pavilion now, and Moravia's words and the tears in her fond eyes had a tremendous effect upon Henry. It moved some unknown cloud in his emotions.
Then it was he decided upon the plan, which he put into execution as soon as daylight came. Now he left the old priest at the church door and strode away along the rough coast road, battling with the wind and trying to conquer his thoughts. He was following Moravia's advice, and replacing each one of pain as it came with one of pleasure and the cold air exhilarated his blood.
"It is good not to care, then?" "Yes, I think so; for happiness in a home, the woman ought always to love a little the less." "Well, we shall be very happy, then," and Sabine echoed Moravia's sigh, but much more bitterly. "You will be good to him, dearest?" Moravia asked rather anxiously. "He is the grandest character I have ever met in my life." "Yes, I will be good to him." "Just think!"
How apt they were at coining expressive sentences. He looked into the glowing ashes there he seemed to see in ruins the whole fabric of his dreams but if there was a law which brought thoughts back, and back again at the same hour each day, then Moravia was right: he must blot out the old pictures and conjure up new ones but what could they be ? "You are musing, Henry," Moravia's voice went on.
"We've got to keep an eagle eye on the bull-get of King Polo," he told Manson. "There's all the promise in the world for a greater than he from Bleakhouse Fawn, or Alberta Maid, or Moravia's Nellie Signal. We missed it this year so far, but next year, or the year after, soon or late, King Polo is going to be responsible for a real humdinger of winner."
"You shall not grieve, dear child If you want me, take me, and I will give you all the devotion of true friendship and, who knows, perhaps we shall find the Indian summer, after all, now that the gates of my fool's paradise are shut." In the abstract, it was not highly gratifying to a woman's vanity, this declaration! but, as a matter of fact, it was beyond Moravia's wildest hopes.
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