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Just at dusk she tried to sing. "'Drink to me only with thine eyes'" she quavered; "my boy sings that beautifully. I must give him a present. A check. I must give him a check." But when Nannie said, eagerly, "Blair has written Elizabeth that he will be at home to-morrow; I'll tell him you want to see him; and oh, Mamma, won't you please be nice to him?" she looked perfectly blank.
Nannie was Nannie she had cared for me all my life and I had cared for her. She belongs to things about which you" And there the girl checked herself, aware of something almost ludicrously pitiful in the smug tearful countenance and stumpy would-be fashionable figure. Hit a man your own size, or bigger, by all means if you are game to take the consequences.
"What do you want it for?" asked Tommy, sitting down beside the busy maidens and wiping his warm forehead. "To-morrow is Judy's birthday," said Anne, "and we are going to decorate the house." "Oh, is it?" asked Amelia and Nannie together. "Yes," said Judy, "and I want you to come to dinner and spend the evening with us.
Oh! she is lovely and like your mother in some ways, the ways of going round and speaking to every one, and she laid her hand on Betty's head, just as I've seen your mother do a hundred times on yours, and that was hard to bear. Anyhow, it's a good thing it wasn't some one else who got Hames. There 's that to be thankful for. It begins with 'Z, you know." "Nannie!" I said.
Then she heard the sound of Blair's key in the lock. "Well, Nancy!" he said gaily, "she's a charmer." "Who?" said Nannie, bewildered; "Oh, you mean Elizabeth?" "Yes; but there's a lot of gunpowder lying round loose, isn't there? She was out with David, I suppose because he didn't show up. In fact, she was so mad she was perfectly stunning. Nancy!
She had scorched and stung under the truths her son told her about herself; she had bled under the lies she had told him as to her feeling for him. She looked ten years older for that hour in his room. But she had nothing to say. She told poor, frightened Nannie that she had "seen Master Blair"; she added that he was a fool.
"What I can't understand," he ruminated, "is how that signature could pass at the bank; a girl like Nannie able to copy a signature so that a bank wouldn't detect it!" "She has always copied Mrs. Maitland's writing," Elizabeth said; "that last week Mrs. Maitland said she could not tell the difference herself." Robert Ferguson looked perfectly incredulous.
It was not through the groping speech which formed their apparent medium of communication that she imbibed her information: she found it in the air, she extracted it from Durham's look and manner, she caught it in the turn of her sister-in-law's defenseless eyes for in her presence Madame de Malrive became Fanny Frisbee again! she put it together, in short, out of just such unconsidered indescribable trifles as differentiated the quiet felicity of her dress from Nannie and Katy's "handsome" haphazard clothes.
As I spoke I remembered Nannie and wondered if I had touched on a delicate subject. But Radnor returned my laugh. "We do have a good many elopements," he acknowledged. "Maybe there are more cruel parents in the South." Then he suddenly sobered. "I suppose you remember Nan?" he inquired with an air of hesitation. "A little," I assented. "Poor girl!" he said. "I'm afraid she had a pretty tough time.
She lingered to look at everything. She went round and round the dining-room, up to the drawing-room, even into the spare room, but no word of nursery. "Which is my room?" she said. "It's upstairs," I said. "Won't you come and look at it?" "There's no hurry, is there, miss?" I could see it was the nursery floor she dreaded. "Well, there is rather a hurry, Nannie," I said.
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