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Updated: June 14, 2025
'Not always they don't, said Cyril, 'it has to be crimson lake and Prussian blue. If you mix Vermilion and Indigo you get the most loathsome slate colour. 'Sepia's the nastiest colour in the box, I think, said Jane, sucking her brush. They were all painting.
"I am not on the jury," replied Sepia, with indifference. The scope of her remarks seemed to Mary intended to show that any suspicion of her would only be natural. For the moment the idea amused her. But Sepia's way of talking about Tom, whatever she meant by it, was disgraceful!
When first she came to Durnmelling, Lady Malice had once alluded to the dependence of her position but only once: there came a flash into rather than out of Sepia's eyes that made any repetition of the insult impossible and Lady Malice wish that she had left her a wanderer on the face of Europe.
"I am astonished you should seem so indifferent," she said, "if the character of a gentleman with whom you have been so intimate is so seriously threatened as you would imply. I know he has been to see you more than once while Mr. and Mrs. Redmain were not yet returned." Sepia's countenance changed; an evil fire glowed in her eyes, and she looked at Mary as if she would search her to the bone.
Well! let us hope that, like the beast in the fairy-tale, he will turn out a man after all." "My heart will break," cried Hesper, throwing herself into a chair. "Pity me, Sepia; you love me a little." A slight shadow darkened yet more Sepia's shadowy brow. "Hesper," she said, gravely, "you never told me there was anything of that sort! Who is it?" "Mr. Redmain, of course!
Even at the risk of hurt to his dignity, of which there was no danger from the presence of his sweet, modest little wife in the best of company, it had been well for Tom to have allowed Letty the pleasure within her reach; for that night Sepia's artillery played on him ruthlessly.
There are many who will give freely, who do not care to understand need and anticipate want. Hence at times Sepia's purse would be long empty before the giving-thought would wake in the mind of Hesper. When it woke, it was gracious and free. Had Sepia ventured to run up bills with the tradespeople, Hesper would have taken it as a thing of course, and settled them with her own.
As she did not reply, Sepia resumed. "Which is your favorite poison, Hesper?" she said. "When I choose, it will be to use," replied Hesper. "Rhyming, at last!" said Sepia. But Hesper would not laugh, and her perfect calmness checked the laughter which would have been Sepia's natural response: she was careful not to go too far.
She hardly knew what fear was, for she had in her something a little stronger than what generally goes by the name of faith. She was therefore able to see that she ought, if possible, to learn Sepia's object in talking thus to her. "Why do you say all this to me?" she asked, quietly. "I can not flatter myself it is from friendship." "Certainly not. But the motive may be worthy, for all that.
Joseph, however, peeping in behind Mary, had caught a glimpse of the bottle and tumbler, also of Sepia's face. Seeing her now retiring with the bottle in her hand, he sprang after her, and, thanks to the fact that she had locked the door, was in time to snatch it from her. She turned like a wild beast, and a terrible oath came hissing as from a feline throat.
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