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Paula behaved with singularity. At breakfast she had been very silent, a most unusual thing, and during the day she kept an air of reserve, a sort of dignity which was amusing. Mr. Newthorpe walked beside her pony, and adapted himself to her favourite conversation, which was always of the town and Society. Once Annabel came up with a spray of mountain saxifrage.
Newthorpe seldom interrupted his niece's monologue, but his eye often rested upon her, seemingly in good-natured speculation, and he bent his head acquiescingly when she put in a quick 'Don't you think so? after a running series of comments on some matter which smacked exceedingly of the town.
The Tyrrells would by this time have discussed the whole shocking affair, doubtless with the decision that they could no longer be 'at home' to Mr. Egremont. And if the Tyrrells then Annabel Newthorpe. Would Annabel give faith to such a charge against him? Perhaps such evidence would be adduced to her that she could have no choice but to judge and condemn him.
There you have the man; it seems to him mere common sense to regard his factory hands as his enemies. A fair fight! What a politico-economical idea of fairness! He spoke with scorn, his eyes flashing and his nostrils trembling. Mr. Newthorpe kept a quiet smile sympathetic, yet critical. Annabel sought her father for a word apart before lunch. 'How long will Mr.
The letter reached Eastbourne two days before that appointed for the departure of Annabel and her father for London. They had accepted Mrs. Tyrrell's invitation to her house; Mr. Newthorpe might remain only a fortnight, or might stay through the season but Annabel would not come back to Eastbourne before August. She said little, but her father saw with what pleasure she anticipated this change.
She had no ready means of inquiry. But doubtless Mr. Newthorpe would have intelligence; it was only too certain that the affair was being discussed to its minutest details among the people who knew Egremont. She determined to see Mr. Newthorpe as soon as Thyrza was transported to the house by Regent's Park.
His eyes often passed from one to the other of the faces opposite him, with unmarked observation; frequently he fixed his gaze on the remoter hills in brief musing. Mr. Newthorpe had come down to the water to meet them; he had a newspaper in his hand. 'Your friend Dalmaine is eloquent on education, he said, with a humorous twitching of the eyebrows. 'Yes, he knows his House, Egremont replied.
You remember that passage in her letter to Egremont: 'The world seems to me very dark, and life a dreadful penalty. She could have uttered much on that text to one from whom she had had no secret. One day, when Mr. Newthorpe was again recovering strength, there came a letter from Mrs. Tyrrell which announced the date of Paula's marriage. Annabel received the letter to read.
A voice whispered, a very timid, one would have said a guilty, voice, 'Who will be called 'Mrs. Egremont'? Not once; the voice, faint as it was, had an echo, a tingling echo from her heart outwards to the smallest vein. Who will bear that name? Some tall, beautiful, richly-clad lady, such as Miss Newthorpe. Was there any one who at this moment sat alone, longing for one look of his eyes?
It's part of her education, of course; probably it was wise to postpone it no longer. I wait with curiosity to hear her opinion of this world at the end of July. Mrs. Ormonde mused. Mr. Newthorpe walked about a little, then asked: 'What do you prophesy of their future? 'Of whose future? 'Egremont's and his wife. 'You are premature. He is not married.
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