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Waring-Gaunt, you know," continued Nora, "she is just like the others. She never thinks of herself and her two little kids who are going to be left behind but she is busy getting her husband ready and helping to outfit his men, as all the women are, with socks and mits and all the rest of it.
At present, of course, I do not ask to see her." "Of course, you do not, Colonel Osborne." "And give my love to Nora; dear little Nora! There can be no reason why she and I should not shake hands." "I should prefer that it should not be so in this house," said the clergyman, who was now standing, in expectation that his unwelcome guest would go. "Very well; so be it.
At this moment his soliloquy was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Nora's announcement: "Please, sur, breakfast is waitin' fer yo' in de dinin' room." "Thank you, Nora, I shall be down presently." And he descended the stairs without loss of time. You ask, reader, what were the thoughts of Miss Viola when she awoke from her deep sleep? As the writer is a man he cannot tell.
Nora, however, had yet another fly to throw. "Alice passed Mr. Falloden on the river this afternoon he was with the Mansons, and another lady, an awfully pretty person. Mr. Falloden was teaching her to row. Nobody knew who she was. But she and he seemed great friends. Alice saw them also walking about together at Iffley, while the others were having tea." "Indeed?" said Constance.
She began to cherish a secret hope that, despite his belief that silence between them was best, he would write to her. Her holiday promised to be a little lonely as far as her friends were concerned. Mrs. Gray had gone to New York City to spend Easter with the Nesbits. Nora and Hippy had gone to visit Jessica and Reddy in their Chicago home. Anne and David were in New York.
It was nearly dark when I roused up enough to stretch myself and step out of the basket. Nora had gone up-stairs and was setting the supper-table. I could hear the cook beating eggs in the pantry. There would be muffins for supper. The sound made me so hungry that I slipped into the dining-room, and hid under the sideboard until Nora had finished her work and gone back to the kitchen.
She was only silent a moment. "Nora, did you ever hear Mr. Dinwiddie say that poor people disliked rich people?" "No. They don't dislike him, I know." "Is Mr. Dinwiddie rich too?" "Of course he is," said Nora. "I shouldn't think anybody would dislike him," said Daisy; "but then he never seemed like rich people." She went into a muse about it. "Well, he is," said Nora.
Still Daisy was greatly tried by John Alden's behaviour, and continued to look so severe in the picture as to draw out shouts of approving laughter from the company, who did not know that; Alexander Fish was to be thanked for it. And Nora was difficult to train in Queen Esther. She wore obstinately a look of displeased concern for herself, and no concern at all for her fainting mistress.
In the silence they could hear him drive away. Nora went over to the stove again and made a pretense of examining the fire, conscious all the time that her husband was looking at her intently. "I guess it must seem funny to you to hear him call you Mrs. Taylor, eh?" "No. He isn't the first person to do so. The clergyman's wife did, you remember." "That's so. How are you getting on with that fire?"
I cannot reach you except by writing, as I was told by your aunt not to come to the house again. Dearest Nora, pray believe That I shall always be truly yours only, Write to him! Of course she would write to him. Of course she would confess to him the truth. "He tells me that I owe it to him to say so, and I acknowledge the debt," she said aloud to herself.
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