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When Waife had sought to introduce it when, after Sophy's arrival, he had looked wistfully into Darrell's face, striving to read there the impression she had created, and, unable to discover, had begun, with tremulous accents, to reopen the cause that weighed on him Darrell stopped him at once.
"But Archie Braelands loved her, or he would not have married her; and if he knew the right and the wrong of poor Sophy's position " "I tell you, that is nothing to it, Janet." "It is everything to it. Right is right, in the devil's teeth." "I'm sorry I said a word to you; it is a dangerous thing to get between a man and his wife.
Sophy's head rested on her husband's shoulder, but they were not talking, nor had they spoken for some time. Both indeed were tired and depressed, and Archie at least was unpleasantly conscious of the wonderment their unexpected return would cause.
It was lucky for Lucy that all this passed by Sophy's ear as unheeded as the babbling of the brook. She did not move, till roused by Ulick O'More, coming up from the bridge, telling that he had met some Irish haymakers in the meadows, and saying he wanted to beg a frock for one of their children. 'I think I can find you one, said Lucy, 'if you will wait a minute; but don't go in, Mr.
George entered with the deepest sympathy into Sophy's distress; but he made her comprehend the indiscretion and peril of any noisy researches. He promised that he himself would spare no pains to ascertain the old man's hiding-place, and see, at least, if he could not be persuaded either to return or suffer her to join him, that he was not left destitute and comfortless.
"Pauline, dear, are you ready?" called a voice from below. "I must go," said Pauline; "but tell me at once, Pen, what you mean." "It was the thimble the lost one," said Penelope "the one with the dark-blue top and the light-blue stones round the rim, the goldy thimble which was Aunt Sophy's." In spite of her efforts Pauline did find herself turning white.
With the urgency of her pleading her clasp tightened on Sophy's hand, but it warmed to no responsive tremor: the girl seemed numb, and Anna was frightened by the stony silence of her look. "I suppose I'm not more than half a woman," she mused, "for I don't want my happiness to hurt her;" and aloud she repeated: "If only you'll tell me there's no reason "
"I should think anyone could see what I mean," rejoined the lady, who was very angry and had heard the tale of Sophy's heavy cares. "The girl looks ill. I have known Sophy for years known her since she was a small child and I can assure you that she has never been accustomed to a strenuous indoor employment, to getting no exercise or relaxation or ever meeting people of her own age."
Besides I may as well be frank with myself I should not have the courage." As soon as the girls got home Penelope ran up to Pauline. "You stayed for a long time in the shrubbery yesterday, didn't you, Pauline?" she asked. "Yes," said Pauline. "You didn't by any chance find Aunt Sophy's thimble?" "I! Why should I?" Pauline felt herself turning red.
They were showing their racquets to Harry Craven, bending their heads. You could see the backs of their privet-white necks, fat, with no groove in the nape, where their hair curled in springy wires, Minna's dark, Sophy's golden. They turned their backs when you spoke and pretended not to hear you.
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