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Before he left the room he pointed to his card on the table. "Let my friend see that message," he said, as he went out. The moment the door had closed on him, Mrs. Presty startled her daughter by taking up the card and looking at what Randal had written on it. "It isn't a letter, Catherine; and you know how superior I am to common prejudices."
The dreary interval of expectation, after the departure of the carriage, was brightened by a domestic event. Thinking it possible that Mrs. Presty might know why her husband had left the house, Mrs. Linley sent to ask for information. The message in reply informed her that Linley had received a telegram announcing Randal's return from London. He had gone to the railway station to meet his brother.
"That's better than nothing, isn't it?" she persisted. "Come with me to the maid; she shall go with you, and take care of you." Kitty whispered, "May I give mamma a kiss first?" Sensible Mrs. Presty delayed the kiss for a while. "Wait till you come back, and then you can tell your mamma what a treat you have had."
At the same time, when I do make up my mind to be master in my own house, I am master." Mrs. Presty crossed her hands placidly on her lap, and asked: "Master of what?" "Master of your suspicions of Miss Westerfield. You are free, of course, to think of her and of me as you please.
Catherine owned the truth in the plainest terms: "Yes, I am afraid." "And you leave it to me?" "I leave it to you." Mrs. Presty complacently closed her book. "I was quite prepared to hear it," she said; "all the unpleasant complications since your Divorce and Heaven only knows how many of them have presented themselves have been left for me to unravel.
Presty insisted on doing servant's duty. If she had been crippled in both legs her curiosity would have helped her to get up the stairs on her hands. "There!" she said, opening the door of the upper room, and placing herself exactly in the middle of it, so that she could see all round her: "Will that do for you?" Mr.
When I form an opinion and find it's the opinion of a fool, I am not in the least ashamed to change my mind. I have changed my mind about you. Shake hands." Sydney respectfully obeyed. "Sit down again." Sydney returned to her chair. "I had the worst possible opinion of you," Mrs. Presty resumed, "before I had the pleasure of listening on the other side of the curtain.
Where are they?" "On their way to England, after a residence in Germany." "And the old lady?" "Mrs. Presty has been staying with friends in London." "What! have they parted company? Has there been a quarrel?" "Nothing of the sort; a friendly separation, in the strictest sense of the word. Oh, Randal, what are you about? Don't put pepper into this perfect soup.
"If you allow yourself to be excited," he said, "you will frighten me. Please oh, please sit down again!" Mrs. Linley felt the strong will, asserting itself in terms of courteous entreaty. She obeyed. Mrs. Presty had never admired the lawyer as she admired him now. "Is that how you manage your wife?" she asked. Mr. Sarrazin was equal to the occasion, whatever it might be.
The hotel clock struck the hour and still nothing happened. "I can walk no longer," Catherine said. She dropped on one of the garden-chairs, holding by her mother's hand. "Go to him, for God's sake!" she entreated. "I can endure it no longer." Mrs. Presty even bold Mrs. Presty was afraid to face him again. "He's fond of the child," she suggested; "let's send Kitty."
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