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Thyme soon came down. She wore a blouse of some blue stuff bought by Cecilia for the relief of people in the Balkan States, a skirt of purplish tweed woven by Irish gentlewomen in distress, and held in her hand an open envelope addressed in Cecilia's writing to Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace. "Hallo!" she said. Martin answered by a look that took her in from head to foot. "Get on a hat!
There he is, standing just behind your sister." Cecilia by a nervous gesture indicated that she recognized the personality alluded to. "Oh, yes," she said; "Mr. Purcey. I don't know why he comes to see us." "I think he's so delicious!" said Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace dreamily.
Tallents Smallpeace requests," or on bits of pasteboard headed by the names of theatres, galleries, or concert-halls; or, again, on paper of not quite so good a quality, commencing, "Dear Friend," and ending with a single well-known name like "Wessex," so that no suspicion should attach to the appeal contained between the two.
The tall thin man put his hand on Cecilia's arm, saying gently: "Hallo Cis! Stephen here yet?" Cecilia shook her head. "You know Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace, Hilary?" The tall man bowed. His hazel-coloured eyes were shy, gentle, and deep-set; his eyebrows, hardly ever still, gave him a look of austere whimsicality.
While this was passing through his mind, he caught sight of Hughs lurking outside a public-house. The dark man's face was sullen and dejected, and looked as if he suffered. Hilary felt a sort of pity for him. The omnibus leaped forward, and he sat down smartly almost on a lady's lap. This was the lap of Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace, who greeted him with a warm, quiet smile, and made a little room.
Your brother-in-law told me how interested you all were in her. Quite a romantic story, wasn't it, about her fainting from want of food when she first came to sit?" Cecilia murmured something. Her hands were moving nervously; she looked ill at ease. These signs passed unperceived by Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace, whose eyes were busy.
Tallents Smallpeace is in the drawing-room. She was just speaking of the girl to Stephen. Won't you come in, and arrange with her quietly?" Hilary looked at his sister-in-law for a moment without speaking, then said: "I draw the line there. No, thank you. I'll see this through myself." Cecilia fluttered out: "Oh, but, Hilary, what do you mean?" "I am going to put an end to it."
Tallents Smallpeace, prone to laughter, bubbled. "Oh, that is such a delicious expression, Mr. Purcey! I almost think we ought to use it in our Report. Thank you!" Mr. Purcey bowed. "Not at all!" he said. Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace turned again to Stephen. "We have our trained inquirers. That is the advantage of Societies such as ours; so that we don't personally have the unpleasantness.
"She seemed to me," she answered, "such a very likely type." "Ah!" murmured Stephen, "there would be, I suppose, a danger " And he looked angrily at Cecilia. Without ceasing to converse with Mr. Purcey and Signor Egregio Pozzi, she moved her left eye upwards. Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace understood this to mean: 'Be frank, and guarded! Stephen, however, interpreted it otherwise.
"I hope it never will come out," she was on the point of saying. "What will it be called?" asked Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace. "I gather that it's a book of Universal Brotherhood. That's so nice!" Cecilia made a movement of annoyance. "Who told you?" "Ah!" said Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace, "I do think your sister gets such attractive people at her At Homes. They all take such interest in things."
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