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Updated: May 9, 2025
Had she not seen him curbing that love lest any demonstration of too open affection might harm his cause with the woman who had not "liked heroics," wooing with innocent devices and tender subtlety? And she could almost hear the words he must have spoken when again he wooed. Small wonder that Philippa's heart had awaked to his appeal.
Recalling his intent look of the night before, the wonder struck chill to her heart. Yes, she was thankful that he had gone; but it would be horribly hard to meet him again after she and Bertrand had said good-bye. Aunt Philippa's departure, eagerly though she had anticipated it, would make it harder. Very soon Noel also would be gone, and they would be alone together.
In a few minutes I had told my mother all save two things: the business of the baby, and the fate which had overtaken Sir Runan. With these trifling exceptions she knew all. To fall into Philippa's arms was, to my still active parent, the work of a moment. Then Philippa looked at me with an artless wink. 'Basil, my brother, you are really too good.
Father and Mother did not know anything about this quarrel; they thought I was still on good terms with him and that is why they sent me to Prince Edward Island. I was very miserable. I did not want to go to Aunt Philippa's. It was not because I feared it would be dull for without Mark, Montreal was just as much of a howling wilderness as any other place. But it was so horribly far away.
You see, things were so very mixed, because Philippa's memory was so curiously constructed that she had entirely forgotten the murder which she had committed; and even if I proved to her by documentary evidence that she had only murdered her own husband, it might not help to relieve her burdened conscience as much as I had hoped. There are times when I almost give up this story in despair.
She would have liked to have borrowed Aunt Philippa's maid, but this was a prohibited luxury except on very exceptional occasions. And Hilda dear, gentle Cousin Hilda was away in Devon with her fiancé's people. So Chris had to wrestle with her difficulties in solitude. It was the middle of her first season, and, with a few reservations, she was enjoying it immensely.
When Philippa's turn comes, she goes to the piano knowing that Paul is watching her, she feels he has guessed that something is up, so tries to mislead him by singing a merry song, but he is not taken in. Helmdon produces a banjo and sings several nigger songs lustily.
Philippa's father had been one of Prince Henry's famous seamen and the governor of Porto Santo, one of the new-found islands; and after his marriage, Columbus lived sometimes at Porto Santo, sometimes at Lisbon, and much of the time on the sea. He sailed south along the African coast to Guinea; north he sailed to England, and farther on to Iceland.
Now and then a doubt of Aunt Philippa's wisdom came to me, on the last evening, for instance, when I was speaking to Jill about Heathfield, and when I rather incautiously mentioned Lawrence Tudor's name. I recollected then that Jill had never once spoken of him since the night of the accident. It had dropped completely out of our conversation.
He remembered well only too well the scene in the balcony. He remembered the pale starlight, the light scarf thrown over Philippa's shoulders, even the very perfume that came from the flowers in her hair; he remembered how her voice had trembled, how her face had shown in the faint evening light.
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