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Sandworth exonerated him from blame. "Oh, nobody ever can make out what he's driving at. I never try." She took out a piece of crochet work. "Lydia, they're at it now. I know the voice Marius gets on. Would you make this in shell stitch? It's much newer, of course, but they say it don't wash so well."
Otherwise she would have gone to him at once. Mrs. Sandworth without her brother was a cipher with no figure before it. Her father? she realized suddenly that it was the first time she had ever thought of going to her father with a perplexity. No; she knew too little about his view of things. She had never talked with him of anything but the happenings of the day. Flora Burgess devoted Flora?
Madame Boyle caught this through the clatter of voices. "Why, poor Maddemwaselle!" she cried, her kindly, harassed, fatigued face melting. "Sit down. Sit down. I can show the ladies about this collar just as well that way if they'll ever look." Mrs. Sandworth had disappeared. Madeleine, coming with the pen and ink, was laughing as she told them, "I didn't know Dr. Melton was in the house.
"Well, if you call that a feeble protest !" she called after him. He reappeared, hat in hand. "It's nothing to what I'd like to say. I will add that Daniel Rankin's a man in a million." Mrs. Sandworth responded, rather neatly for her, that she should hope so indeed, and added, "But, Marius, she couldn't have married him really! Mercy! What had he to offer her compared with Paul?
Not that there was in itself anything so very alarming about a nervous explosion from a girl so high-strung and susceptible as Lydia. The startling thing was that this explosion proceeded, so far as her mother could see, from nothing at all, from the idlest of chance remarks by Mrs. Sandworth, as always, whitely innocent of the smallest intention to wound. She and Mrs.
Sandworth mournfully, as she and her brother emerged from the hand-shake of the last of the ladies assisting in receiving, "and there are two hooks of her cuff unfastened, and her collar's crooked. But I don't dare breathe a word to her about it. Since that time before her marriage when she " "Yes, yes, yes," her brother cut her short; "don't bring up that tragic episode again.
"Because, Lydia, he's one of the Kentucky Meltons, and because, as I said, he talks a great deal worse than he is." "Because I am a fool," said the doctor again. This time he flushed as he spoke. "He doesn't like things common around him," went on Mrs. Sandworth, "any more than any gentleman does. And as for strangling old Mrs. Burgess, what good would that do?
"Well, what have you to do that's better?" asked her aunt in some astonishment. "Lydia, my dear, your collar is pinned the least bit crooked. Here, just let me " Lydia had stopped short, her glove dangling from her wrist. "Why, what a horrible thing to say!" She brought this out with a tragic emphasis, immensely disconcerting to her two elders. "Horrible!" protested Mrs. Sandworth.
"Well, it's certainly all past now," Mrs. Sandworth reassured her. "Yes; hasn't it been a lovely winter! Everybody's been so good to Lydia. Everything's succeeded so! But I suppose Dr. Melton's right. We ought to call her season over, except for the announcement party and the wedding, of course and oh, dear! There are so many things I'd planned to do I can't possibly get in now.
"It's not," the doctor broke out "it's not, Heaven be my judge! that I want to settle it. But I did want Lydia to settle it herself." "She has, at last," Mrs. Sandworth reminded him, in a little surprise at his forgetting so important a fact. "She has not!" roared the doctor. His literal-minded sister looked aggrieved bewilderment. She felt a bitterness at having been stirred without due cause.
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