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Ransom's delay was diplomatic, but at the end of ten minutes he returned to the young ladies in Boston; he asked why, with their aggressive programme, one hadn't begun to feel their onset, why the echoes of Miss Tarrant's eloquence hadn't reached his ears. Hadn't she come out yet in public? was she not coming to stir them up in New York? He hoped she hadn't broken down.
Fond of fitting people with nicknames, she called this young man sometimes 'His Royal Highness, sometimes 'His Majesty. Of Mr. Tarrant's station in life nothing was discovered.
His suspicious nature took fright and Tarrant's dark, bright eyes seemed to read his secret and search his soul. "Yes, a portrait of Joan Tregenza was painted here last spring, but not by a Newlyn man. How does that interest you?" "Awnly sideways. 'Tedn' nothin' to me. I knaws the parties an' wanted to see the picksher if theer weern't no objection."
"My dear madam," said Ransom, "does a woman consist of nothing but her opinions? I like Miss Tarrant's lovely face better, to begin with." "Well, she is pretty-looking." And Miss Birdseye gave another sigh, as if she had had a theory submitted to her that one about a lady's opinions which, with all that was unfamiliar and peculiar lying behind it, she was really too old to look into much.
Mere truth-telling had never seemed to her a weighty matter of the law. And she was now grown expert in lies. But Tarrant's message disturbed her gravely. Something unforeseen must have happened something, perhaps, calamitous. She passed a miserable night. When she ascended the stairs at Staple Inn, next afternoon, it wanted ten minutes to four.
Was it interest that prompted her mother to respond so warmly to Miss Chancellor, to say to Verena, with an air of knowingness, that the thing to do was to go in and see her immediately? No italics can represent the earnestness of Mrs. Tarrant's emphasis.
Ransom, you are very deep." She had drawn him well into the room, out of earshot of the group in the doorway, and he felt that if she should be able to compass her wish she would organise a little entertainment for herself, in the outer drawing-room, in opposition to Miss Tarrant's address. "Please come and sit down here a moment; we shall be quite undisturbed.
"Well, she thinks you are one of the most important converts yet," Doctor Prance replied, in a colourless way, as if she would not have pretended to explain why. "A convert me? Do you mean of Miss Tarrant's?" He wondered whether that young lady had been telling her old friend that she had succeeded with him.
With luxurious heedlessness she cast aside every thought that might have sobered her; even as she at length cast off all her garments, and lay in the warm midnight naked upon her bed. The physical attraction of which she had always been conscious in Tarrant's presence seemed to have grown stronger since she had dismissed him from her mind.
Mamma has to answer a note before she leaves home. When you go down, please ask Terry to give a half-bottle of that white wine with the bronze seal to Octave, and tell him to make and send up to me as soon as possible a wine-chocolate. Mrs. Tarrant's long-promised grand affair comes off to-night, and I must build myself up for the occasion." "Are you feverish, Olga?
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