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Why didn't you tell me he was coming?" "I didn't know it myself." "I should love to meet him. Introduce him to me. Now, at once." With a hurried apology to her own partner and Noreen's she dragged the girl off in search of the fresh man who had taken her fancy, and did not give up the chase until, with Melville's aid, Dermot was run to earth in the cardroom and introduced to her.
Every brain was busy with dreams of the future, weaving romantic plans, seeing in imagination other scenes like the present, with Darsie in the place of hostess. She knew it, divined instinctively that Ralph knew it too, felt the recognition of it in the grip of Noreen's hand, in the tender pathos of Mrs Percival's smile.
Darsie turned a quick look around, searching for a way of escape, and at that moment Noreen's hand pressed on her arm, and she found herself being led gently towards the house. "Poor old Darsie, then! She looks quite dazed!" said Noreen's voice. "No wonder, after all that fuss. You've been kissed to pieces, poor dear, and howled over, too.
Let me go to him!" and suddenly her strength gave way and she collapsed into Noreen's arms, weeping bitterly. They heard the clattering steps meet others coming down the hill and a hurried conversation ensue. Noreen recognised one of the voices. Then both men came running down. "It's the doctor," said Mrs. Dermot. "Come to the gate and we'll ask him what has happened." "Mr. Macdonald! Mr.
If only she could hurt him she felt that she would accept any other man's offer of marriage. But even then he wouldn't care. He had always stood aside in Darjeeling and let others strive for her favour. And she was put to the test, for first Charlesworth and then Melville had proposed to her. Though Noreen's heart was frozen towards her quondam friend, Ida never perceived the fact.
Too late, she sobbed on Noreen's shoulder, she had found her soul-mate, the man destined for her through the past æons, the one man who could make her happy and whose existence she alone could complete. Why had she met Dermot too late? Why was she tied to a clod, mated to a clown? Why were two lives to be wrecked? As Noreen listened amazed an icy hand seemed to clutch her shrinking heart.
Could there be truth, then, in this fresh story that Ida Smith had told him on their last night at the Palace, when she said that she had discovered that she was mistaken in believing in Noreen's approaching betrothal to Charlesworth, of which she had assured him in Darjeeling?
This they readily promised, and they undertook to watch the Bengalis among their coolies. The Dalehams and their guest did not reach Malpura until after sundown, and Dermot was persuaded to remain another night under their roof. On the following morning the brother and sister rode out with him to the scene of Noreen's adventure.
"It's one of those old-fashioned sort of things I believe you call them madrigals," she ventured. Nobody else knew what a madrigal was, so they took Noreen's word for it, and allowed her to retire in favor of Edith, who had also been trying to cultivate the muse of poetry. Her effort at verse was entitled: "MIRANDA'S MUSIC
The heavy firing at Ranga Duar, echoed by the mountains, must have been heard in the district; and all the planters had probably taken the warning and gone away. He was racked with anxiety as to Noreen's fate and could only hope that at the first alarm her brother had hurried her off.
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