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And besides, you would not care to be a long time with me: you would soon tire of me. You think you would like to have me with you now. But I know how it would be: You would be sorry, and so should I. So let us part as we are now: you going your way, and I going mine. We live in different worlds, Mrs. Reffold. It would be as senseless for me to venture into yours, as for you to come into mine.
Reffold wants me. I can't leave her alone, for she is so miserable." The Disagreeable Man shrugged his shoulders, and went of by himself. Mrs. Reffold clung very much to Bernardine those last days before she left Petershof. She had decided to go to Wiesbaden, where she had relations; and she invited Bernardine to go with her: it was more than that, she almost begged her. Bernardine refused.
She recovered herself after that, and tried hard not to think of Mrs. Reffold as the dispenser of forgiveness, although it was some time before she could look at her hostess without wishing to laugh.
The corners of her mouth twitched, and her brown eyes twinkled mischievously, and she spoke very rapidly, making fun of her first attempts at photography, and criticising herself so comically, that both and Mrs. Reffold were much amused. All the same, Bernardine was relieved when Mrs. Reffold went to fetch some silks, and left her with Mr. Reffold.
She had a very gracious manner when she chose. "You are looking much better, Miss Holme," she said kindly. "I cannot help noticing your face. It looks younger and brighter. The bracing air has done you good." "Yes, I am better," Bernardine said, rather astonished that Mrs. Reffold should have noticed her at all. "Mr. Allitsen informs me that I shall live, but never be strong.
She did not even speak his name. She just sat nursing her beautiful face. Once or twice Bernardine tried to slip away. This waiting about was a strain on her, and she felt that she was doing no good. But each time Mrs. Reffold looked up and prevented her. "No, no," she said. "I can't bear myself without you. I must have you near me. Why should you leave me?" So Bernardine lingered.
You have given me every care and attention, haven't you?" "You seem to me in a very strange mood to-day," she said, looking puzzled. "I don't understand you." Mr. Reffold laughed. "Poor Winifred," he said. "If it is ever your lot to fall ill and be neglected, perhaps then you will think of me." "Neglected?" she said, in some surprise. "What do you mean? I thought you had everything you wanted.
Reffold came to say good-bye to her husband before going out for the usual sledge-drive, he surprised her by his unwonted manner. "Take your cloak off," he said sharply. "You cannot go for your drive this afternoon. You don't often give up your time to me; you must do so to-day." She was so astonished, that she at once laid aside her cloak and hat, and touched the bell. "Why are you ringing?" Mr.
There was something in the younger woman which quelled Mrs. Reffold: it may have been some mental quality, or it may have been her boots! "Little Brick," said Mr. Reffold, "isn't it nice to have Winifred here? And I have been so disagreeable and snappish." "Oh, we won't say anything about that now," said Mrs. Reffold, smiling sweetly. "But I've said I am sorry," he continued.
Bernardine asked mildly. Mrs. Reffold looked at her suspiciously. She was never quite sure that Bernardine was not making fun of her. "It is little enough pleasure I do have," she added, as though in self- defence. "And he seems to grudge me that too." "I don't think he would grudge you anything," Bernardine said, with some warmth. "He loves you too much for that.
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