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The mingled lights and shades from the blazing logs of hickory in the fireplace lent additional charm to the thousand and one stories which the mother recounted for the child's edification, and I doubt not that Jack's wonderful bean-stalk is still associated in Master Reggie's mind with that cosy little room with its blended atmosphere of cheerful twilight and sombre shadow.
"I say," said Reggie's voice from the doorway, "here's someone coming to see you." It was Mrs. Sharp, making her laborious way slowly up the path. "Why," said Nora, in a low voice, "it's Mrs. Sharp, the wife of our neighbor. Whatever brings her here on foot! She never walks a step if she can help it." "Good afternoon, Mrs. Sharp," she called. Mrs. Sharp had apparently come on some sudden impulse.
And I remember seeing Reggie's face stiffen over the collar of the cloak as he held it. He said he didn't want to be divided. It was so startling, she told me afterwards, that she lost her head. She said out loud, so that everybody heard her, "Not with Vee-Vee?" And everybody heard his answer: "Not with Jevons." Then he laughed. In spite of the laugh Norah was quite frightened.
Brooklyn in height and build, were quite strangers to her; and she felt certain that the two ladies, who were stout and elderly, had nothing to do either with Mrs. Elliott, Mr. Reggie's married sister, or with the Ambassador's daughter. She watched them with astonishment. They were English, tourists apparently from Frascati, to judge from their conversation. And they were in a great hurry.
"I am sure there were," said Derrick, warmly; and he wrung Reggie's hand. "I congratulate you both." "But how about this dreadful business of the robbery at the Hall?" said Lady Gridborough, suddenly growing pale. "So far as my son is concerned, madam," said Mr.
Reggie's sister-in-law had the added interest of trying to discover the secret bond which blunted his condemnation of Mrs. Pentherby's long catalogue of misdeeds. There was little to go on from his manner towards her in public, but he remained obstinately unimpressed by anything that was said against her in private. With the one exception of Mrs.
And before that, all the time, there had been his work, which I am always forgetting, and his fame, when he didn't forget it. But there had always been something. At first it had been the Thesigers. As long as Mrs. Thesiger as long as one Thesiger held out against him he had felt defeat. And then there had been Reggie's return and his appalling doubt.
You can imagine the welcome relief of being able to go about saying and doing perfectly exasperating things to a whole houseful of women and all in the cause of peace." "I think you are the most odious person in the whole world," said Reggie's sister-in-law. Which was not strictly true; more than anybody, more than ever she disliked Mrs. Pentherby.
"It's the Farrenden girl," replied Mr. Cuthbert, whose business it was to know everybody. "Chicago wheat. She looks like Ceres, doesn't she? Quite becoming to Reggie's dark beauty. She was sixteen, they tell me, when the old gentleman emerged from the pit, and they packed her off to a convent by the next steamer.
And then, still a little sleepy and tired from our unusual exertions of the last three days, we all three, Frau von Walden, Nora, and myself, sat very still for some time, though the sound of Reggie's voice persistently endeavouring to make the driver understand his inquiries, showed that he was as lively as ever. He turned round after a while in triumph.
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