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They strolled very slowly by the fair river, and the pretty little nothings they said to each other began to be mere vehicles for those soft tones and looks, in which love is made, far more than by the words themselves. When they started on this walk, Severne had no distinct nor serious views on Zoe. But he had been playing with fire for some time, and so now he got well burned.
Severne was the only one who offered to accompany her to the Great Western Railway. She declined. He insisted; went with her; got her ticket, numbered and arranged her packages, and saw her safely off, with an air of profound respect and admirably feigned regret. That she was the dupe of his art, may be doubted: that he lost nothing by it, is certain. Men are not ruined by civility.
She withdrew into the embrasure, and had some confidential talk with him. As a matter of course, he told her about Poikilus, and that he was hunting down Severne for his money. "Indeed!" said the Klosking. "Please tell me every word that passed between you." He did so, as nearly as he could remember. Mademoiselle Klosking leaned her brow upon her hand a considerable time in thought.
Now I know it is not true. He left you months before we ever knew him." "Look at him. He does not say it is false." Zoe turned on Severne, and at his face her own heart quaked. "Are you married to this lady?" she asked; and her eyes, dilated to their full size, searched his every feature. "Not that I know of," said he, impudently.
All this would have been quite an ideal condition of affairs, and an object-lesson to a harsh world and other editors, were it not that Severne was serious-minded. He had absolutely no sense of humour. Perspectives there were none for him, and due proportions did not exist. He took life hard. He looked upon himself gravely as a serious proposition, like the Nebular Hypothesis or Phonetic Reform.
Severne then dealt for noir, and the cards came as follows: Queen of hearts four of clubs ten of spades nine of diamonds: total, thirty-three." He then dealt for red: Knave of clubs ace of diamonds two of spades king of spades nine of hearts: total, thirty-two. "Red wins, because the cards dealt for red come nearer thirty-one. Besides that," said he, "you can bet on the color, or against it.
"Yes, but," said Rhoda, "truths are not always agreeable, and there are some that I don't like " She hesitated again, and this time actually blushed a little. The acute Mr. Severne, who had been watching her slyly, came to her assistance.
Vizard got a letter, at breakfast, from his bankers, that made him stare, and then knit his brows. It was about Edward Severne' s acceptances. He said nothing, but ordered his horse and rode into Taddington. The day was keen but sunny, and, seeing him afoot so early, Zoe said she should like a drive before luncheon. She would show Severne and Fanny some ruins on Pagnell Hill.
As to that part of the house which was built under the Tudors, there are hundreds of country houses as important, only Mr. Severne had not been inside them, and was hardly aware to what perfection rational luxury is brought in the houses of our large landed gentry.
"That I'll know!" said she, in a deep voice, with a little gasp, but a world of pride and resolution. THE ladies went down together, and found Vizard ready. Mr. Severne was not in the room. Zoe inquired after him. "Gone to get a sun-shade," said Vizard. "There!" said Zoe to Fanny, in a triumphant whisper. "What is that for but to go with us?" Fanny made no reply.
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