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She was to be married in the spring to her old friend, Rodney Somerville, to whom she had been engaged for some years, but she did not intend to give up her music, and hoped still to make frequent public appearances. "They're to have a flat in town," read Mother from Cousin Sheila's letter.
Faint surprise sounded in Sheila's tone. "I don't know why she shouldn't," said Bunny, quick to detect it. "She's keen on the country, keen on riding and so on. She'd hate to live in town." "Would she?" said Sheila, with a hint of incredulity. Bunny turned on her. "Why do you say that? She's very young, hardly more than a kid. She doesn't care for people and towns. Why should she?"
This other picture was not so beautiful, and a vague unrest gripped Sheila's heart as she reviewed it, carefully going over each gloomy detail. It was framed in the rain and the darkness of a yesterday. There was a small clearing there a clearing in a dense wood beside a river the same river which she could have seen below her now, had she looked. In the foreground was a cabin.
No one knew even that she had ever left Miss Blake's ranch the history of such lonely places is a sealed book from snowfall until spring. Their tragedies are as dumb as the tragedies of animal life. No one had ever connected Sheila's name with Hilliard's. No one knew of his plans for her.
They must then be partly civilized by service. If only she smiled a desperate smile at the uncertainty they didn't tear her to pieces when she came out from the shelter of the trees. There was very great courage in Sheila's short, lonely march through the little grove of cottonwood trees. She was as white as the mountain columbine. She walked slowly and held her head high.
She was almost a child when I knew her first, and I still have a sort of notion that she is a child, and that I should look after her, and so and so " She sat quite still. There was no surprise, no alarm, no anger when Sheila's name was mentioned.
"Very well," she said, in a hard and weary voice. "Be my guardian. That ought to sober any one. I think I shall need as many guardians as possible. And here comes your father. I have this dance with him." Dickie got hurriedly to his feet. "Oh, gosh!" said he. He was obviously and vividly a victim of panic. Sheila's small and very expressive face showed a little gleam of amused contempt.
It was clear that the girl was kept much to herself, read no newspapers, and saw few people, and that those whom she saw had been careful to hold their peace about her close relationship to Erris Boyne. None but the evil-minded would recall the fact to her. Sheila's ignorance must not be broken by himself.
Then, as the services rendered rose in importance, so did the fees to waiters, to coachmen, to game-keepers. These things and many more sank into Sheila's heart. She heard and believed, and came down to the South with the notion that every man and woman who did you the least service expected to be paid handsomely for it.
All 'the world' goes out of town, and 'London's empty! But if you weren't told so you'd never know the difference." Derek muttered: "I think it shows more than that." Under the table Flora was touching John's foot warningly; Nedda attempting to touch Derek's; Felix endeavoring to catch John's eye; Alan trying to catch Sheila's; John biting his lip and looking carefully at nothing.
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