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She asked Ingram to luncheon, and was accepted with a cheerful, "Thanks, most happy." It may have been malice which turned her to Morosine with the question. "And you? Will you join us?" Morosine promptly excused himself. He had guests, and must consider them. He took ceremonious leave. "You remember, I hope, that I am to see you on Thursday, Lady Maria. And Miss Percival?"
And there are other things one other person who would think I am doing right." "Would you" Morosine spoke slowly, addressing the statues "would you consider the possibility of marrying any one else?" She spoke as one in a trance. "No I couldn't I shouldn't dare. Besides, there is no possibility there would be Papa and Vicky again. That would never satisfy them.
"I'm glad you agree with me," she said. "I should have been disappointed if you hadn't." He smiled. "You are stronger than you think. You can suffice to yourself. But I hope that I shall never disappoint you." "I have no fear of that," she said, young again and confident. She thanked the Immortal Three with her eyes, and turning to Morosine, asked him, "Shall we go?" They went together.
It was plain to Morosine that she was very much concerned with this intelligence. She simply sat there, staring at Chevenix, shaking, moving her white lips. She was as white as chalk and her eyes burned black in her face. What on earth who on earth ? He couldn't for the life of him make it out. He had never heard of the man.
At a later day, in a conversation which Morosine had with her, he permitted himself a reference to the Museum. "You go no more? They've done their work the Three?" She smiled upon him, looking up from a little blue-covered book which lay half-cut upon her lap. It had arrived by the post that morning without message, or even inscription.
If only that you may run into it again at need, you will draw a cheque. Now, you had eight years of it at Wanless, you tell me? Very well, my dear, that must be written off Society's books. Meanwhile, the more you see of amusing, emancipated people like Alexis Morosine the better."
But it was dedicated, she observed, "To the Fairest," and had smiled wisely to herself, observing it. A finger in the book, she answered Morosine. "Yes, they've done their work. I'm much happier now. I've thrown up my arms, you see. I'm drowning." She suddenly blushed, to remember her dream; and he perceived it. "Drowning?" he asked. "Drifting with the tide," she explained. "And I like it."
That time I followed it against everybody's opinion; this time I must follow against my own will. Don't you agree with me?" Morosine reflected in silence. Then he said, "Yes, I agree with you. I recommend you to follow your determination." Her eyes looked blankly at him; for the first moment he thought her disappointed, but he corrected his impression in the second.
But there was a slight difference to be noted. She could not think of Ingram the past, the present, or any future Ingram without contraction of the brows. Smooth-browed she thought of Morosine. He interested her greatly; she was conscious of anxiety to learn his opinion, of a wave of warm feeling when she awaited it.
Is there a more frivolous race in the world than ours?" Lady Maria suggested that the Boers might ask that question; Morosine that the Germans might answer it. Sanchia standing between these two, faced by Ingram, kept silent. She was conscious of being closely under observation. Morosine did not once lose sight of her. Whatever he said was addressed to her.
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