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Renney, as with every one else, Fleda was held in highest regard always welcome to her premises, and to those mysteries of her trade which were sacred from other intrusion. Fleda's natural inquisitiveness carried her often to the housekeeper's room, and made her there the same curious and careful observer that she had been in the library or at the Louvre.
Renney having accomplished the desirable temperature of her feet, came back to warm her ears, and placed herself on the next seat; happily not the one behind but the one before them, where her eyes were thrown away; and the lines of Mr. Carleton's mouth came back to their usual quiet expression. "You were in particular haste to reach home?" he asked.
"What has brought him to New York?" "Really," said Mrs. Evelyn laughing, "I do not know. What should keep him away? I was very glad to see him, for my part. Maybe he has come to take you home." "Who is the other?" said Fleda. "That's another old friend of yours Mrs. Renney." "Mrs. Renney? who is she?" said Fleda. "Why don't you know? Mrs.
Carleton sent an order for a sleigh, which in as short a time as possible arrived, and transported him and Fleda and Mrs. Renney, and one other ill-bestead woman, safely to the little town of Quarrenton. Welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow! Love's Labour Lost. It had been a wild night, and the morning looked scared.
Renney having long since accompanied her baggage. He came forward instantly and led Fleda to the sofa, with such gentle grave kindness that she could hardly bear it; her nerves had been in an unsteady state all day. A table was set and partially spread with evidently much more care than the one of the morning; and Fleda sat looking at it afraid to trust herself to look anywhere else.
Those who could subsided again into lethargy; those who could not, gathered in their outposts to make the best defence they might of the citadel. Mr. Carleton had contrived to procure a comfortable wrapper for Mrs. Renney, from a Yankee, who, for the sake of being a "warm man" as to his pockets, was willing to be cold otherwise for a time.
Those who could subsided anew into lethargy, those who could not gathered in their outposts to make the best defence they might of the citadel. Mr. Carleton had contrived to procure a comfortable wrapper for Mrs. Renney from a Yankee who for the sake of being "a warm man" as to his pockets was willing to be cold otherwise for a time.
"Are you wise enough to imagine, Lucy," said Mr. Rossitur sternly, "that you can carry your whole establishment with you? What do you suppose Emile and Mrs. Renney would do in a farmhouse?" "I can do without whatever you can," said Mrs. Rossitur meekly. "I did not know that you would be willing to part with Emile, and I do not think Mrs. Renney would like to leave us."
Renney having accomplished the desirable temperature of her feet, came back to warm her ears, and placed herself on the next seat happily not the one behind, but the one before them, where her eyes were thrown away; and the lines of Mr. Carleton's mouth came back to their usual quiet expression. "You were in particular haste to reach home?" he asked.
Fleda immediately retreated to the innermost depths of the ladies' cabin, hoping to find some rest for the body at least if not forgetfulness for the mind. The latter was not to be. Mrs. Renney was exceeding glad to see her and bent upon knowing what had become of her since those days when they used to know each other.
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