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Gresley, feeling that she might just as well have remained a spinster if she was to be thus ignored in her own house, "I can't think how you can allow your jealousy of Sybell Loftus, for I can attribute it to nothing else, to carry you so far." "Perhaps it had better carry me into the garden," said Hester, rising with the others. "You must forgive me if I spoke irritably.
And there is no doubt that Sybell had been too unwell to appear at Lady Newhaven's garden-party the previous summer, because Lady Newhaven had the week before advanced her cherished theory of "one life one love," to the delight of Lord Newhaven and the natural annoyance of Sybell, whose second husband was at that moment handing tea and answering "That depends" when appealed to.
Sybell Loftus, who lived close at hand at Wilderleigh, across the Prone, was one of the very few besides Miss Brown among her new acquaintances who hailed Hester at once as a kindred spirit, to the unconcealed surprise of the Pratts and the Gresleys. Sybell adored Hester's book, which the Gresleys and Pratts considered rather peculiar "as emanating from the pen of a clergyman's sister."
In fact " "I have brought Mr. Gresley, after all, in spite of Dr. Brown," said Sybell, "because we were in the middle of such an interesting conversation on the snares of society that I knew you would like to hear it. You have had such a dull day with Doll away at his County Council." That night, as Rachel sat in her room, she went over that half-made, ruthlessly interrupted confidence.
"As if," as Sybell said afterwards to Hester, "a woman can help being the ideal of two men." "Sybell is such a bore now," continued Lady Newhaven, "that I don't know what she will be when she is older. I don't know why you go to Wilderleigh, of all places." "I go because I am asked," said Rachel, "and partly because I shall be near Hester Gresley."
Hester pressed her cheek against his little dark head. Sybell Loftus had often told Hester that she could have no idea of the happiness of a child's touch till she was a mother; that she herself had not an inkling till then. But perhaps some poor substitute for that exquisite feeling was vouchsafed to Hester.
"For her book, you mean." "Well, it's all one. Men are men, my dear. Let me tell you he would never have done that if he had not been in love with her." "Do you mean that men never defend obvious truths unless they are in love?" "Now you are pretending to misunderstand me," said Sybell, joyously, making her little squirrel face into a becoming pout. "But it's no use trying to take me in.
What true art requires of us is a faithful rendering of a great experience." He looked round, as if challenging the world to say that Unashamed was not a lurid personal reminiscence. Sybell was charmed. She felt that none of her previous dinner-parties had reached such a high level as this one. "A faithful rendering of a great experience," she repeated. "How I wish Hester were here to hear that.
She thought he meant that he repented of his sin, and would fain do better. There was a sound of voices near at hand. Sybell and Mr. Gresley came down the grass walk towards them. "London society," Mr.
"He never knows when to stop," said Regie, wearily, as Boulou, with a little plaster of earth on his nose, was carried coughing back to Hester. As she took him Rachel and Sybell came slowly down the path towards them, and the latter greeted Hester with an effusion which suggested that when two is not company three may be.
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