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Reffold asked testily. "To send a message of excuse," she answered, with provoking cheerfulness. She scribbled something on a card, and gave it to the servant who answered the bell. "Now," she said, with great sweetness of manner. And she sat down beside him, drew out her fancy-work, and worked away contentedly.
"And one can't do more." "No," said Bernardine, who was amused at the notion of Mr. Reffold apologizing to Mrs. Reffold, and of Mrs. Reffold posing as the gracious forgiver, "one can't do more." But she could not control her feelings, and she laughed. "You seem rather merry this afternoon," Mr. Reffold said, in a reproachful tone of voice. "Yes," she said. And she laughed again. Mrs.
Reffold did everything gracefully. Bernardine thanked her, crossed the road, and passed into the shop. "Now I have taught her a lesson not to interfere with me," said Bernardine to herself. "How beautiful she is." Mrs. Reffold and her two companions went silently on their way. At last the silence was broken. "Well, I'm blessed!" said the taller of the two, lighting a cigar.
You don't know how much pleasure you give him when you spare him a little of your time. He told me how happy you made him this afternoon. You could see for yourself that he was happy. Mrs. Reffold, make him happy whilst you still have him. Don't you understand that he is passing away from you don't you understand, or is it that you won't? We all see it, all except you!"
The sound of the bells and the noisy merriment made her look up, and she saw beautiful Mrs. Reffold amongst the pleasure-seekers. "If only I dared tell her now," said Bernardine to herself, "loudly and before them all!" Then a more sensible mood came over her. "After all, it is not my affair," she said. And the sledges passed away out of hearing. When Bernardine sat with Mr.
But that was yesterday. The lane had come to an ending at last, and Mr. Reffold lay dead. They bore him to the little mortuary chapel. And Bernardine stayed with Mrs. Reffold, who seemed afraid to be alone. She clung to Bernardine's hand. "No, no," she said excitedly, "you must not go! I can't bear to be alone: you must stay with me!" She expressed no sorrow, no regret.
She was something like a companion. So he went on thinking, and Mrs. Reffold went on embroidering. She was now feeling herself to be almost a heroine. It is a very easy matter to make oneself into a heroine or a martyr. Selfish, neglectful? What did he mean? Oh, it was just part of his illness. She must go on bearing her burden as she had borne it these many months.
Perhaps you were right, after all." "I don't know why you should be so unkind to-day," Mrs. Reffold said, with pathetic patience. "I can't understand you. You have never spoken like this before." "No," he said; "but I have thought like this before.
Reffold's two companions with an amused sort of indulgence, and then at the lady herself She paused a moment, and then said: "Have you asked all the questions you wish to ask? And, if so, may I ask one of you. Where does one get the best tea?" Mrs. Reffold gave an inward gasp, but pointed gracefully to a small confectionery shop on the other side of the road. Mrs.
There was a great deal of curiosity about her, but no one ventured to question her since Mrs. Reffold's defeat. Mrs. Reffold herself rather avoided her, having always a vague suspicion that Bernardine tried to make fun of her.
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