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Doll at least asked no questions. He had never asked but one in his life, and that had been of his wife, five seconds before he had become engaged to her. He accepted with equanimity the information that Hester had returned to Southminster, and departed to impart the same to his exasperated wife. "But why did she go back? She had only that moment arrived," inquired Sybell. How should Doll know.
She, Sybell, had said she could not rest till she knew where Hester was, and he, Doll, had walked to Warpington through the snow-drifts to find out for her. And he had found out, and now she wanted to know something else. There was no satisfying some women. And the injured husband retired to unlace his boots. Yes, Mrs. Gresley had passed an uncomfortable day.
Looks as if he'd seen a ghost, doesn't he?" Rachel's interest, never a heavy sleeper, was instantly awakened as she saw Sybell piloting Hugh towards her. She recognized him the man she had seen last night in the hansom and afterwards at the Newhavens.
Rachel passed on to greet Miss Barker, standing on the hearthrug, this time in magenta velveteen, but presumably still tired of the Bible, conversing with Rachel's former lover, whose eyes were on the floor and whose hand gripped the mantel-piece. He had seen her recognized her. "May I introduce Mr. Tristram?" said Sybell to Rachel.
She had no reason for the conviction beyond the very inadequate one that she had met him at Sybell's London house. Nevertheless, she felt sure that he would be among the guests, and she longed for a little breathing-space after parting with Lady Newhaven before she met him. Presently Sybell flew in and embraced her with effusion. "Oh! what you have missed!" she said, breathlessly.
Sybell raised her eyebrows, and advanced with the prettiest air of empressement to meet her unexpected guests. No, clearly it was impossible that the two women should like each other. They were the same age, about the same height and coloring; their social position was too similar; their historic houses too near each other.
So we ought to do all we can for her happiness. That is why I just mentioned this." The dressing-gong began to boom. "I must fly," said Sybell, depositing a butterfly kiss on Rachel's forehead. And she flew. "I wish I knew what I felt about him," said Rachel to herself. "I don't much like hearing him called obtuse and superficial, but I suppose I should like still less to hear Sybell praise him.
"I am always bored to death when I go there. Sybell is so self-centred." Perhaps one of the reasons why Lady Newhaven and Sybell Loftus did not "get on" was owing to a certain superficial resemblance between them. Both exacted attention, and if they were in the same room together it seldom contained enough attention to supply the needs of both.
"Who would have thought," continued Sybell, "that he would have behaved in that way because I was one little half-hour late. I asked that. And he was so anxious to finish the sketch. He almost asked to stay over Sunday on purpose." Rachel and Hester looked on the ground. "Rachel said he was all right in the garden just before, didn't you, Rachel?" "I said I thought he was a little nervous."
The whole neighborhood had been invited, and it can generally be gauged with tolerable accuracy by a hostess of some experience who will respond to the call and who will stay away. Sybell and her husband were among those who were not to be found at these festivities, neither were the Newhavens, save at their own, nor the Pontisburys, nor the Bishop of Southminster.
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