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She was half maternal, and led her friend and lover about like two kids. She took them to this and that fruit tree, set them to eat, and looked on, superior. By way of climax, she led them to the south wall, crimson with ten thousand peaches and nectarines; she stepped over the border, took superb peaches and nectarines from the trees, and gave them with her own hand to Fanny and Severne.
But the only thing worth presenting to the reader came at the end, after the said business of the toilet had been dispatched. Zoe said, "I must go now, or I shall keep them waiting." "Only one, dear," said Fanny dryly. "Why only one?" "Mr. Severne will not go." "That he will: I made a point of it." "You did, dear? but still he will not go."
And so Zoe, drenched with rain, and her dress a bathing-gown, was only a Greek goddess tinted blue, her bust and shoulders and her molded figure covered, yet revealed. What was she to an artist's eye? Just the Townly Venus with her sculptor's cunning draperies, and Juno's gait. "Et vera incessa patuit Dea." When she got to the hotel she held up her finger to Severne with a pretty peremptoriness.
We are the culprits, and they are the ones scolded." Dinner waited ten minutes, and then the defaulters appeared. Nothing was said, but Vizard looked rather glum; and Aunt Maitland cast a vicious look at Severne and Zoe: they had made a forced march, and outflanked her. She sat down, and bided her time, like a fowler waiting till the ducks come within shot.
Well, Ned, I was mistaken. Yesterday night I met my Fate once more." "Where? In Frankfort?" "No: at Homburg; at the opera. You must give me your word not to tell a soul." "I pledge you my word of honor." "Well, the lady who sung the part of Siebel." "Siebel?" muttered Severne. "Yes," said Vizard, dejectedly.
Severne arose in some surprise. "Light the lamp, and show her up," he commanded, wondering who she could be. At the sound of his voice, the visitor pushed into the room past Mortimer. "Never mind the lamp," cried Lucy Melville. The faithful Mortimer left the room, and officially heard no more. "Why, Lucy!" cried Severne. In the dim light he could see that her cheeks were glowing with excitement.
She gave a great sob, but she was past speaking. Ina Klosking, Miss Gale, and Ashmead returned in the carriage to Bagley. Half a mile out of the town they found a man lying on the pathway, with his hat off, and white as a sheet. It was Edward Severne. He had run till he dropped. Ashmead got down and examined him. He came back to the carriage door, looking white enough himself.
"Ah, well," said Severne, "I am sure I should not grudge him his happiness, if you would see things as he does, and be as brave as he is." "Thank you," said Zoe. "Women cannot defy the world as men do." Then, passionately, "Why do you torment me so? why do you urge me so? a poor girl, all alone, and far from advice. What on earth would you have me do?"
Her sweet temper was a little affected, and she even reproached Ashmead for holding her out false hopes that his advertisements of her gains would induce Severne to come to her, or even write. "No," said she; "there must be some greater attraction. Karl says that Miss Vizard, who called upon me, was a beauty, and dark. Perhaps she was the lovely girl I saw at the opera.
But I will telegraph Herries, and funds will be here to-morrow afternoon." "All right," said Severne. Vizard took him to the bank, and exhausted his letter of credit: then to the telegraph-office, and telegraphed Herries to enlarge his credit at once. He handed Severne the three hundred pounds.
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