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Updated: June 28, 2025
'Will you walk upstairs, ma'am, said a well-dressed woman who stood in the passage of the house at which they stopped. 'Thank you, ma'am, said Mrs Jenkins, making her very best curtsey to the landlady. 'Is tea ready, Mrs Thompson? asked Howel, hastening into the passage. 'Yes, sir! replied Mrs Thompson, trying to catch a glimpse of Netta's face.
She helped to make that pretty dove-coloured silk dress that was manufactured at home, and tried to join in the happiness which her apparently improved health seemed to make allowable. But Netta's heart was with Howel, and the certainty that she felt of his return and constant love, alone sustained her. Alas! that poor, fluttering, uncertain heart!
After they have sufficiently admired Netta's dress, and put the finishing touches to it, Miss Simpson informs Netta of her duty as bride elect. 'Of course, my dear, papa will take you to the hymeneal altar, and our friend Captain Dancy will take me. 'Oh! I hope there is no other stranger, gasps Netta.
Phillips is eccentric; but he interests me all the more on that account, and I am sure he and you would have many ideas and sentiments in common." "How can you say so, Ellen?" said Netta. "I think they are totally different." "You must consider Netta's remark complimentary, Miss Flint," said Ellen; "it would not be quite so much so if it had come from me."
"Plenty of things might happen," he rejoined, getting up. "But that by the way. If you won't listen to reason I am wasting my time. But " he spoke with abrupt emphasis "you will not take Tessa to Udalkhand." Netta's eyes gleamed. "I shall take her to Kamtchatka if I choose," she said. For the first time a smile crossed Major Ralston's face. He turned to the door.
Phillips' walk and Netta's consequent wakefulness, but, fortunately, the gong sounded for tea. Saratoga is a queer place. One sees congregated there, at the height of the season, delegates from every part of the world. Fashion's ladder is transplanted thither, and all its rounds are filled. Beauty, wealth, pride, and folly are well represented; also wit, genius, and learning.
Her heart misgave her, and she painfully remembered the morning of Netta's flight. As if by instinct she went to the small dressing-table, and at once had her fears confirmed. Very sadly she took up the pretty cap that was left there, and looked at the large piece of netting to which was appended a paper.
It was a cold, dark January morning. As she went down the passage, a candle in her hand, towards Netta's room, she felt the chill air press heavily around her. She put the candle on the floor, outside the room, and went in. The night-light had burnt out, and the fire was dim, though not extinguished. Gladys passes Mrs Prothero without awaking her, and stands at Netta's bedside.
Netta thought at first that she was "made up," so dazzling was the white and pink, and then doubted. The beauty of the face reminded one, perhaps, of the beauty of a boy of some clear-eyed, long-chinned athlete masterfully simple a careless conqueror. How well she and Edmund seemed to know each other! That was the strange, strange thing in Netta's eyes.
That he had done so was very clear from Lady Shuttleworth's portentous remarks, for it was not in human nature for a woman to be thus solemn about the wasted emotions of other people's sons. His doing so might save Robin's future, but it would ruin Netta's.
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