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Within a few yards of them was the morning-room door, now standing ajar; and an intermittent flirtation in soft male and female tones could be heard going on inside. Picotee's lips parted at thus learning the condition of things, and she leant against the stair-newel. 'My? What's the matter? said Joey. 'If this is London, I don't like it at all! moaned Picotee.
But had the prime sentiment of the meeting shown itself it would have been the unqualified surprise of Christopher at seeing how much Picotee's face had grown to resemble her sister's: it was less a resemblance in contours than in expression and tone. They had an early tea, and then Mr.
'The dashing widow looks very well, does she not? said a person at Picotee's elbow. It was her conductor Menlove, now returned again, whom Picotee had quite forgotten. 'She will do some damage here to-night you will find, continued Menlove. 'How long have you been with her? 'O, a long time I mean rather a short time, stammered Picotee. 'I know her well enough.
To attempt confidences on such an ethereal matter as love was now absurd; her hermit spirit was doomed to dwell apart as usual; and she applied herself to deep thinking without aid and alone. Not only was there Picotee's misery to disperse; it became imperative to consider how best to overpass a more general catastrophe. Mrs.
The restlessness which had brought Ethelberta hither in slippers and dressing-gown at such an early hour owed its origin to another cause than the warmth of the weather; but of that she did not speak as yet. Picotee's room was an attic, with windows in the roof a chamber dismal enough at all times, and very shadowy now.
'It would scarcely be worth going to the expense of taking me, would it? she said. The cause of Picotee's sudden sense of economy was so plain that her sister smiled; but young love, however foolish, is to a thinking person far too tragic a power for ridicule; and Ethelberta forbore, going on as if Picotee had not spoken: 'I must have you with me.
'O, the life as a lady at Enckworth Court! The flowers, the woods, the rooms, the pictures, the plate, and the jewels! Horses and carriages rattling and prancing, seneschals and pages, footmen hopping up and hopping down. It will be glory then! 'We might hire our father as one of my retainers, to increase it, said Ethelberta drily. Picotee's countenance fell. 'How shall we manage all about that?
He watched Picotee and her brother off the premises, and the pair went on their way towards Exonbury Crescent, very few words passing between them. Picotee's thoughts had turned to the proposed visit to Knollsea, and Joey was sulky under disappointment and the blank of thwarted purposes.
It was characteristic of Ethelberta's jealous motherly guard over her young sisters that, amid these contending inquiries, her foremost feeling was less one of hope for her own love than of championship for Picotee's. Picotee was heard on the stairs: Ethelberta covered her face. 'Is he waiting? she said faintly, on finding that Picotee did not begin to speak. 'No; he is gone, said Picotee.
'Shall I run round? said Picotee, 'and if he is not watching them we will go out. 'Very well, said her sister. The time of Picotee's absence seemed an age. Ethelberta heard the roar of another rocket, and still Picotee did not return. 'What can the girl be thinking of? she mused. . . . 'What a half-and-half policy mine has been!
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