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The Vicar hurried away, accompanied, however, furtively to the door, even to the gate of the drive, by Mrs. Roughsedge, who had questions to ask. She came back presently with a thoughtful countenance. "I asked him what he thought I ought to do about those tales I told you of." "Why don't you settle for yourself?" cried the doctor, testily.
Never was there anything less discreet than the Vicar's handling of human nature! female human nature, in particular. Hugh Roughsedge opened the glass door, and went to meet them. Diana, at sight of him, gave a bewildered look, as though she scarcely knew him then a perfunctory hand. "Captain Roughsedge! They didn't tell me " "I want to speak to you," said the Vicar, peremptorily, to Mrs.
Roughsedge to her husband on their return, as she stood beside him, in his study. Her voice was low, for Hugh had only just gone up-stairs, and the little house was thinly built. The doctor rubbed his nose thoughtfully, and then looked round him for a cigarette. "Yes," he said, slowly; "but he enjoyed his walk home." "Henry!" Hugh had walked back to the village with Mrs.
Roughsedge stayed to give very particular orders to the house-parlormaid about the doctor's tea, to open a window in the tiny drawing-room, and to put up in brown paper a pair of bed-socks that she had just finished knitting for an old man in one of the parish-houses. Then she joined her son, who was already waiting for her impatiently in the garden.
By the time he reached the hotel he was once more plunged in all the preoccupations, the schemes, the pugnacities of the party leader. A month later, on an evening toward the end of June, Dr. Roughsedge, lying reading in the shade of his little garden, saw his wife approaching. He raised himself with alacrity. "You've seen her?" "Yes." With this monosyllabic answer Mrs.
The March sun had set and the lamps were lit when Hugh Roughsedge entered the drawing-room where Diana sat writing letters, paying bills, absorbing herself in all the details of departure. The meeting between them was short. Diana was embarrassed, above all, by the tumult of suppressed feeling she divined in Roughsedge.
Roughsedge, on the other hand, was most human, motherly, and inquisitive. She wore two curls on either side of her face held by small combs, a large bonnet, and an ample cloak. It was clear that whatever adoration she could spare from her husband was lavished on her son. But there was still enough good temper and good will left to overflow upon the rest of mankind.
At the end of the conversation, when Diana had described such plans as she had, and the elder lady rose to go, she said, faltering: "May Hugh come and say good-bye?" Diana shrank a moment, and then assented. Mrs. Roughsedge folded the girl to her heart, and fairly broke down. Diana comforted her; but it seemed as if her own tears were now dry.
Colwood seemed to see that there were remembrances connected with her father far too poignant to be touched in speech. At tea-time Captain Roughsedge appeared. Mrs. Colwood's first impression of his good manners and good looks was confirmed. But his conversation could not be said to flow: and in endeavoring to entertain him the two ladies fought a rather uphill fight.
It made no display but it admitted no vulgarity. "These things are not here for mere decoration's sake," it seemed to say. "Dear kind hands have touched them; dear silent voices have spoken of them. Love them a little, you also! and be at home." Not that Hugh Roughsedge made any such conscious analysis of his impressions. Yet the house appealed to him strangely.
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