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Once more he drew his beloved manuscript from its hiding-place. He did not mean to read, only to fondle; but his eye chancing to fall on a special passage two hours afterwards he was interrupted by the dinner-gong. He returned the pages to the box and wiped his eyes. While dressing hurriedly he remembered with languid interest that Lady Pippinworth was staying in the same hotel.
Yet he would have been precisely the same person. I don't blame you, but you are a Tommy. Grizel knew how he died. She found Lady Pippinworth's letter to him, and understood who the woman was; but it was only in hopes of obtaining the lost manuscript that she went to see her. Then Lady Pippinworth told her all. Are you sorry that Grizel knew? I am not sorry I am glad.
"You don't understand what it is to me to say Alice again." "Many people call me Alice." "But they have a right to." "I supposed you thought you had a right to also." "No," said Tommy. "That is why I do it." She strolled on, more scornful and helpless than ever. Apparently it did not matter what one said to Lady Pippinworth; her pout kept it within the proprieties.
Tommy's mouth opened twice before any words could come out. "Take care!" he cried. "Of what?" said she, curling her lip. He begged her pardon. "You don't like me, Lady Pippinworth," he said, watching himself, "and I don't wonder at it; and you have discovered a way of hurting me of which you make rather unmerciful use. Well, I don't wonder at that, either.
She was still, as ever, a cold passion, inviting his warm ones to leap at it. He shuddered a little, but controlled himself and did not answer her. "I suppose she is the lady of the arbour?" Lady Pippinworth inquired, with mild interest. "She is the lady of my heart," Tommy replied valiantly. "Alas!" said Lady Pippinworth, putting her hand over her own.
His dander began to rise, as they say in the north; but he kept grip of politeness. "If you were moved for a moment, Lady Pippinworth," he went on, in a slightly more determined voice, "I am far from saying that it was so; but if " "But as I was not " she said. It was no use putting things prettily to her when she snapped you up in this way. "You know you were," he said reproachfully.
Jerry did not accompany them; she wanted to be seen with her trying stepdaughter as little as possible, and Tommy's had been the happy proposal that he should attend them alternately "fling away my own figure to save yours," he had said gallantly to Mrs. Jerry. "Do you mind?" Lady Pippinworth asked. "I mind nothing," he replied, "so long as I am with you."
We must hasten to the end. Those of you who took in the newspapers a quarter of a century ago know what it was, but none of you know why he climbed the wall. They returned to Thrums in a week. They had meant to stay longer, but suddenly Tommy wanted to go back. Yes, it was Lady Pippinworth who recalled him, but don't think too meanly of Tommy.
She was to give it but a moment, and then But the moment had passed and still her hair pressed his cheek. Her eyes were closed. He seemed to have found the way to woo her. Neither of them spoke. Suddenly they jumped apart. Lady Pippinworth stole to the door. They held their breath and listened. It was not so loud now, but it was distinctly heard.
And then again it was less something he saw than something he was writing, and he altered it to make it more dramatic. "I woke up." How awful that was! but in this new scene she uttered no words. Lady Pippinworth was in his arms when they heard a little cry, so faint that a violin string makes as much moan when it snaps.
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