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"You will know ere the sun is much older," Brilliana answered, composing her countenance, "for here comes the other." As she spoke Tiffany returned, ushering in Master Peter Rainham and a fresh brace of Brilliana's servants, staggering, like their predecessors, under the weight of a great chest.
It had never seemed worth while to leave off wearing mourning in Lancaster Gate only when Bob had come home had she unpacked some of her old wardrobe. Much was packed still, and in store under Mr. M'Clinton's direction, together with many of Aunt Margaret's personal possessions. It was as well that it was so, since Mrs. Rainham had managed to annex a proportion of Cecilia's things for Avice.
Rainham had an idea that his ups and downs were tremendous. His mind was a mountainous country, and if he had elations, he had also depressions as acute. Yet his elasticity was enormous, and he could throw off troublesome intruders, in the shape of memories or regrets, with the ease of a slow-worm casting its skin.
When the girl had shut the door behind her, the elder lady turned to him with a quaint smile. "Is that it? Of course it is, my friend. You are singularly obtuse: a woman would have seen through me at once." "I beg your pardon," said Rainham, somewhat mystified. "It was for you that I made it," she replied with dignity. "What was it you came to say?" The other was silent for a moment, cogitating.
"For two pins, young lady, I'd lock you up." Cecilia laughed outright. "Ah, that's not done now," she said. "You really couldn't, Mrs. Rainham especially as I have done nothing wrong." She dropped her voice passers-by were looking with interest at the elder woman's face. "Why not let me go? You do not approve of me let me find another position." "You'll stay in your father's house," Mrs.
At last he remarked abruptly: "It is you who are fortunate; you are so nearly done with it all; you've such a long rest before you." Then he added with a new solemnity: "You may trust me, Rainham. When it is seasonable, Mrs. Lightmark shall know the truth. Perhaps she will come to me for it Heaven knows! stranger things have happened. You have my hand upon it; I think you are right." "Right?
"I'm asked up to Liverpool for a few days; my sister there is giving a big At Home an awfully big thing, with the Lady Mayoress and all the Best People at it and she wants me to go up. I suppose she'll want me to sing." "That is nice," said Cecilia, speaking with more truth than Mrs. Rainham guessed. "What will you wear?" "That's just it," said her stepmother eagerly.
September set in cold, with rain and east winds, and Rainham, a naturally chilly mortal, as he handed his coat to Lady Garnett's butler, and followed him into the little library, where dinner was laid for three, congratulated himself that a seasonable fire crackled on the large hearth.
Sylvester seemed to think her argument that sugar-tongs could be so pretty "Queen Anne, you know" entirely unanswerable. It was not until Mrs. Grumbit broke in upon the cosy little party to announce that the ladies' carriage was at the door that Rainham remembered the real object of his expedition.
"That's your look of benevolent old age, Norah," said her father. "I've often noticed it coming on." "I wish you'd mention it to Wally," Norah said. "He might treat me with more respect if you did." "I doubt it; it isn't in Wally," said her father. "Now, Rainham, shall we see about this luggage?"
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