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He looked very worn and tired when he joined Renata at dinner on the Thursday night. "Nevil does not mean to be away long, does he?" he inquired anxiously. "No, I think not. Why, St. Michael? Does Cæsar want him?" "He asked for him this evening." "What a pity." She went on with her soup, with a little rose of colour on her face, thinking of the secret her husband had of course confided to her.
"I thought Vespasian kept his money. Six pounds four and sixpence, Renata," Nevil remarked, counting the money carelessly. She came over to him, brush in hand. "You can't even do addition. Nothing but dates! I counted it most carefully, so did Aymer." "Then he's defrauded you of a pound since." "Nonsense."
Where a weaker nature would have said "impossible," he simply found an ordinary action rendered difficult by his own private view of it, therefore it behooved him to close the shutters on that outlook if he could, and ignore the difficulty. Renata, who came out with Patricia, protested a little indignantly at the latter's exaction.
The first of these times, about six months after the covenant on the barrow, Nevil was present. Renata and one of the children had been there also, but Renata had seen the queer pallor creep up in her sister's face before even Christopher had guessed and had straightway hurried off with Master Max, a proceeding which usually precipitated events.
Christopher gave a sigh of relief and she went on in the same deliberate way. "And I shall never marry at all. I can't face it again. I'll tell Renata about Geoffry, and may I also tell her you will explain to the others if she can't satisfy them?" "I will do anything you wish." Then he suddenly claimed for himself a little latitude and spoke from his heart.
It was her father-in-law's contribution to the crêche scheme, Aymer having forestalled her request, and joined forces with his father in a really adequate sum. Renata got pink with pleasure as she looked at the cheque. She was, however, far too shy to express her real gratitude in words before them all.
But it was not Renata that Christopher wanted. "Where is Patricia?" he questioned with more truth. "Upstairs in her room, I think. She seems rather worried and tired, Christopher. Do you want her?" There was a note of anxiety in Renata's gentle voice.
Then she rose and, smiling, kissed Els, who was sleeping, on the forehead, told Sister Renata that she would go to rest, and lay down on her bed in the darkened chamber. Whilst praying and reflecting she had thought constantly of her mother.
Els and the convent Sister Renata, who helped her nurse the invalid, were now completely absorbed in caring for her, but Eva turned away from the beloved sufferer her sensitive nature could not endure the sight of her convulsions. As soon as her mother again lay weak but quiet on the pillows which Els had rearranged for her, Eva obeyed her entreaty to go away, and went to her own chamber.
Renata continued to pick violets, and Max to decapitate those he could find. The dachshund and kitten continued to watch with absorbing interest, and Nevil continued to smoke and to let Charlotte investigate his cigarette case till her mother turned round and saw her. "You dreadful child!" she cried, "Nevil, just look. Charlotte is sucking the ends of your horrid cigarettes! How can you let her?"
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