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"I have not worn them since the Admiral's death," was the virtuous reply, "and I have never called or considered them mine, Robinetta. They are the de Tracy jewels. When Carnaby takes his place as the head of the house, they will be his. He will see that his wife wears them on the proper occasions." "Carnaby's wife!" thought Robinette. "Why! she mayn't be born! He may never have a wife!
"We have a wonderful climate; more sunshine than in any part of the island, I believe. Our local society is singularly free from scandal. We have no burglars or locusts or gnats or even midges, as I'm told they unfortunately have in Scotland, and our dinner-parties, though quiet and dignified, are never dull.... What is the matter, Robinetta?"
Mrs. de Tracy, Miss Smeardon, and Bates waited five minutes in silent resignation, then Carnaby came down and was scolded for being late, but there was no Robinette and no Lavendar. "Carnaby," said his grandmother, "do you know where Mark intended going this afternoon?" "No, I don't," said Carnaby, sulkily. "Your cousin Robinetta," with meaning, "perhaps you know her whereabouts?"
"Hush," Robinetta answered, putting a finger on his lip; "it isn't a question of how great you are or how wonderful: it's a question of what we can be to each other. I'd rather have you than the Duke of Wellington or Marcus Aurelius, and I believe you wouldn't change me for Helen of Troy!" "I have nothing to bring you, nothing," said Lavendar again, "nothing but my love and my whole heart."
I can smell it now! that I am glad to be the first to send you pleasant news. "Sincerely yours, "ROBINETTA LORING." Lavendar's blunt refusal, except under certain conditions, to announce to Mrs. Prettyman her coming ejection from the cottage at Wittisham, was unprofessional enough, as he himself felt; but it was final and categorical.
"You're the best turned-out woman of my acquaintance," he said approvingly, with a laughable struggle for the tone of a middle-aged man of the world. "How many ladies of fashion do you know, my child?" enquired Robinetta, pulling on her gloves. "I see a lot of 'em off and on," Carnaby answered somewhat huffily, "and they don't call me a child either!" "Don't they?
He had not wished to sit there at all and he was so unresigned as to be badly in need of the soothing influences of Morning Prayer. Robinetta was beginning to wonder dreamily what manner of man this really was, behind his plain face and non-committal manner, when the muffled slam of a door behind, startled her, followed as it was by a quick step upon the matted aisle.
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