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Updated: September 27, 2025
Couldn't you get help from Annabel Miss Newthorpe? 'Never mind; let it be Annabel between us, said Mrs. Ormonde, seating herself near the fire. 'I tried to, but she was not fervent. All the same, it is just possible, I think, that they may come. Mr. Newthorpe needs society, however content he may believe himself. Annabel, to my surprise, does really seem independent of such aids.
There was much in the girl's heart that he would gladly have read, yet could not until she should of herself reveal it to him. For instance, they did not very often speak of Egremont. When a letter arrived from him, Mr. Newthorpe always gave it to Annabel to read; at other times that was a subject on which he spoke only when she introduced it.
Paula was evidently exerting herself to be charming; Dalmaine was doing his best to trifle. He sought more information from Mrs. Tyrrell regarding Mr. Newthorpe. She seemed to fear that her brother-in-law might have been in more danger than Annabel in her letter admitted. 'They certainly must come south, she said. 'They are having a terrible winter, and it has evidently tried Mr.
He paced the floor, thinking of Annabel, wondering whether she would soon be in London, longing to see her. And before he went to bed, he wrote a letter to Mr. Newthorpe, expressing the anxiety with which he had heard of his illness. Of himself he said little; the few words that came to his pen concerning the Lambeth crusade were rather lifeless.
If one could only stir a few of them to enthusiasm for an ideal of life! Suppose one could teach them to feel the purpose of such a book as "Sesame and Lilies," which you only moderately care for, Miss Newthorpe 'Not so! Annabel broke in, involuntarily. 'I think it very beautiful and very noble. 'What book is that? asked Paula with curiosity.
Not to Jersey again, I hope? 'Why not? 'It seems to make people very dull. I shall warn all my friends against it. She hummed an air and left him. Late in the afternoon Egremont took leave of his friends. Mr. Newthorpe went out into the rain, and at the last moment shook hands with him heartily. Annabel stood at the window and smiled farewell.
Ormonde kept silence. It was several minutes before Thyrza spoke again. 'I don't know whether you will tell me, but did he think of any one else as well as of me when he came back to England? 'I am not sure, Thyrza. 'Will you tell me what friends he has gone to see? 'Their name is Newthorpe. 'Miss Newthorpe the same I once saw here? 'Yes. 'What is Miss Newthorpe's name, Mrs. Ormonde?
'To-morrow you shall hear Miss Newthorpe play; hers is much better. Will you sing this for me? When it was sung, she asked what other songs Thyrza knew. They were all, of course, such as the people sing; some of them Mrs. Ormonde did not know at all, but to others she was able to play an accompaniment. Her praise was limited to a few kind words. On leaving the piano, she was thoughtful.
'It is to you one should come for strength, he said, 'when the world weighs too heavily. Annabel was sober again. 'Do you often go and see him at his house? she asked, speaking of Grail. 'I am going on Friday night. I have not been since that one occasion which I mentioned in a letter to Mr. Newthorpe.
Two or three other people were walking about the Head. In talking, Mrs. Ormonde became aware that someone had approached her; she turned her head, and saw Annabel Newthorpe. They shook hands quietly. Thyrza drew a little away. 'Are you alone? Mrs. Ormonde asked. 'Yes, I have walked. 'Who do you think this is? Mrs. Ormonde murmured quickly. 'Mr. Grail's future wife.
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