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Sefton as an old friend. It is true she had created her own troubles, but in spite of that he could be sorry for her. Like a foolish woman she had built her life's hopes upon a shifting, sandy foundation; she had looked on the outward appearance, and a fair exterior had blinded her to the hollowness beneath. The result was bitterness and disappointment.
"You have dinner with me; we'll have the best the Settlement knows how to serve us, and I'll let you try to pump me." She looked at him curiously. "You have the name of a trouble seeker, Mr. Drennen. Do you fancy that you can anger Marc and Captain Sefton this way?" "That, too, we can talk about at dinner, if you like."
Prescott laughingly thanked her but declined. The Secretary approached at that moment and asked Miss Harley if he might see her home. "I have just accepted Captain Prescott's escort, but I thank you for the honour, Mr. Sefton," she replied. Mr.
It is her sacred place, and I go there never, Phebe." "But she knows where Mr. Sefton is," answered Phebe, "and we must ask her. We cannot leave poor Mr. Acton alone. If nobody else dare disturb her, I will." "She will not be vexed with you," said Madame Sefton. "Knock at this door, Phebe; knock till she answers. I am miserable about my son."
Such a man she might have met a thousand times without once recalling to her memory the handsome, manly presence and prosperous bearing of Roland Sefton. Yet she sat down beside him in answer to that appealing gleam in his eyes, and as his well-known voice joined hers in the responses to the prayers, she acknowledged him again in her heart of hearts.
"No, indeed, nor any other day of the week when I want you to do anything," returned Edna, with rising excitement. "Now don't make any more excuses, Richard. Do you think I am a child to believe in your Medways and Stephensons? I saw you look at mamma before you answered, and you think she does not wish me to go." "My darling, why need you excite yourself so?" exclaimed Mrs. Sefton.
Now let us go in, and I will sing to you. When people are not here mamma always reads, and I sing to her." Edna sung charmingly, and Bessie much enjoyed listening to her; and when she was tired Mrs. Sefton beckoned Bessie to her couch, and talked to her for a long time about her family.
Sir Richard grew purple in the face, but before he could speak, Mr. Grainger began to read again: "'Moreover, the sum of five hundred thousand pounds, now vested in the funds, shall be paid to either Maurice or Peter Vibart aforesaid, if either shall, within one calendar year, become the husband of the Lady Sophia Sefton of Cambourne." "Good God!" exclaimed Sir Richard.
Moreover, a time is coming when it is not physical courage alone that will be needed. Look back, Mr. Sefton." She pointed to the Wilderness behind them, where they saw the crimson glow of flames against the blue sky, and long, trailing clouds of black smoke. The low mutter of guns, a continuous sound since sunrise, still came to their ears.
Just outside the door she met Richard; he was on his way to the drawing-room. "I am going up to Edna," she said, as he looked at her inquiringly. "Oh, Mr. Sefton, I am so sorry for her! She is making herself and every one else miserable." "I am more sorry for Sinclair," he returned, and his face looked very stern as he spoke. "She has treated him abominably.
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