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"The rose looked very charming where it was," he remarked, half regretfully, as he did what she commanded. "It will look better still, presently," she answered. The child's hands were outstretched longingly to grasp the flower, its eyes, unnaturally deep and wise with pain, were fixed upon Robinette's face.
The colour in Robinette's cheeks paled and then rushed back, as she drew herself up unconsciously. "I am very well, thank you, Aunt de Tracy," she answered with commendable composure. "This is my friend and companion, Miss Smeardon," continued Mrs. de Tracy, advancing to the tea-table where that useful personage officiated. "Mrs. David Loring Miss Smeardon."
Lavendar fancied he heard Robinette's clear voice within the cottage; then he started suddenly and the blood rushed to his heart as he listened to her light steps coming along the paved footpath. "Here you are!" she whispered. "Let us not speak too loud, for Nurse was just dropping asleep when I left her. I've put a table-cover and a blanket over 'Mrs. Mackenzie' to keep her from quacking. Mrs.
"I want to see Miss Jierdon," he told the cook who had opened the door. That person shook her head. "She's gone." "Gone? Where?" "To town, I guess. She came back here from Miss Robinette's last night and packed her things and left. She didn't say where she was going. She left a note for you." "Let me have it!" There was anxiety in the command.
This proved, a few moments later, to be a bundle of lavender sticks tied with violet ribbon that he had discovered in his bureau drawer. He laid it by Robinette's plate with a whispered "My compliments." "What does your cousin want that bunch of lavender for, at the table?" Mrs. de Tracy enquired.
Something in Robinette's face, or perhaps the bit of fluttering lace she wore upon her white dress, had attracted its notice, and it stretched out two tiny skeleton hands towards her as it passed. With a quick gesture, brushing tears away that in a moment had rushed to her eyes, young Mrs. Loring stepped forward, and put her fingers into the wasted hands that were held out to her.
Robinette's eyes filled with tears, but Mrs. de Tracy was not a whit moved by this show of emotion, which appeared to her unnecessary and theatrical. "You are forgetting yourself a good deal in your way of speaking to me on this subject," she said coldly.
The old woman gazed into Robinette's face, and then a light seemed to break over her. "It's Miss Cynthia's daughter you are!" she cried. "My Miss Cynthia as went and married in America!" She caught Robinette's white ringed hands in hers, and Robinette bent down and kissed the wrinkled old face. "I know that mother loved you, Nurse," she said. "She used often, often to tell me about you."
He glanced down to see Medaine Robinette's hand, clasped tight. "'She spent nearly the whole summer here, and I made love to her. I asked her to marry me, and she told me that she would. She was really very much in love with me. I didn't care about her I was working for a purpose. I wanted to use her to get her in Houston's office.
The walls were darkened with pictures, and Robinette's bright eyes searched them eagerly. "The Sir Joshua is not here!" she thought. "And it was not in the drawing room. Has Aunt de Tracy given, or hidden it away my very own name-picture?" With all her determination, Robinette somehow could not summon courage enough to ask where this picture was.
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