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"Well, we have quite a little drive ahead of us," said Eddie as, having himself helped to carry Nora's trunks to a nondescript-looking vehicle to which were attached two horses, he motioned to Nora to get in. "I expect you won't be sorry to have a little air after being so long in a stuffy car."
Wynne, the family solicitor, an elderly bachelor; and the doctor's assistant, a young person by the name of Gard, Nora's list of eligible men was complete. There had been a time when Nora had flirted with the idea of escaping from bondage by becoming the wife of young Gard. He was a rather common young man, but he had been sincerely in love with her.
Nora's and Jessica's mourning heads bobbed up from Grace's shoulders with simultaneous alacrity. "Hippy!" gasped Nora. "Do I look as though I'd been crying? I wouldn't have him know it for the world." "Reddy!" recognized Jessica. "Are my eyes a sight?" "Also David and Tom," added Anne. "No, children, you haven't wept enough to permanently disfigure your charming faces.
Blake's card distinctly said that all applications were to be made in writing," she said disagreeably, in reply to Nora's explanation. "The one I read did not, at least I don't think it did," said Nora. "Well, if it didn't, it should have," said the woman tartly. "May I ask if you are Mrs. Blake?" "Write and you may find out; although I might as well tell you, you won't answer. Mrs.
"But " began Nora. "Are they out with the inspector now?" asked Marsh. "Yes. He came out from Prentice this morning early." "This will be a bad job for Frank." "Yes, but he hasn't got the mouths to feed that we have. I can't think what's to become of us. He can hire out again." Nora's face flushed. "I I wonder why he hasn't told me anything about it.
But this he knew could never, never be. Every principle of honor, delicacy, and prudence forbade him now to interfere in the destiny of Nora's long-ignorant and neglected, but gifted and rising son.
When they got back from their drive things were a little better, for Linda and Molly had returned from school; and, for a wonder, Molly was not in disgrace. She looked quite excited, and darting out of the house, took Nora's hand and pulled it inside her arm. "Come and have a talk," she said. "I am hungering for a chat with you." "Tea will be ready in fifteen minutes, Molly," called out Mrs.
House recalled her thoughts. She remembered her purchases and Nora's disapproving eyes. It would be better to go and beard her uncle at once. But just as she approached the house, she became aware of a slenderly built man in flannels coming out of the gates of St. Cyprian's, the college of which the gate and outer court stood next door to the Hoopers.
From time to time she saw Courtlandt hovering about the outskirts. She was glad he had come: the lepidopterist is latent or active in most women; to impale the butterfly, the moth falls easily into the daily routine. She was laughing and jesting with the men. Her mother stood by, admiringly. This time Courtlandt gently pushed his way to Nora's side. "May I have a dance?" he asked.
The Squire more and more avoided Nora's eyes; and Nora, who now had a secret of her own, and a hope which she would scarcely dare to confess even to herself, avoided looking at him. Mrs. O'Shanaghgan was a little more fretful than usual.
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