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She put her arm round Eunice's waist and led her to the house door. Her enjoyment of the creepers that twined their way up the pillars of the porch was simply perfection as a piece of acting. When the farmer's wife presented herself, Mrs. Tenbruggen was so irresistibly amiable, and took such flattering notice of the children, that the harmless British matron actually blushed with pleasure.
She wanted some Irish lace, and would I be so good as to tell her which was the best shop at which she could buy it? Was he really in earnest? "You," I said, "who distrusted and detested her you are on friendly terms with that woman?" He remonstrated with me. "My dear Helena, don't speak in that way of Mrs. Tenbruggen. We have both been mistaken about her.
Tenbruggen's voice, cheery and humorous, broke in on my reflections, with an odd question: "Mr. Governor, do you ever condescend to read novels?" "It's not easy to say, Mrs. Tenbruggen, how grateful I am to the writers of novels." "Ah! I read novels, too. But I blush to confess do I blush? that I never thought of feeling grateful till you mentioned it.
"You are a clever woman, Mrs. Tenbruggen and you know it. You have an eloquent tongue, and you know it. But you are something else, which you don't seem to be aware of. You are a Bore." She burst out laughing, with the air of a woman who thoroughly enjoyed a good joke. I looked back when I left the room, and saw the friend of Father Time in the easy chair opening our newspaper.
If I had known her again, or had heard her name, I might have told the Minister that Mrs. Tenbruggen and Miss Chance were one and the same. And if I had seen her and talked with her in the house, my memory might have shown itself capable of improvement. Having politely presented the expression of my thanks, I rose to go. She stopped me at the door.
He made that idiotic excuse as coolly as if he really thought I should believe it. I submitted in silence, rather than mar his return to me by the disaster of a quarrel. But this was an unlucky day. A harder trial of my self-control was still to come. Without the slightest appearance of shame, Philip informed me that he was charged with a message from Mrs. Tenbruggen!
Tenbruggen, as facetious as ever, made a grateful return for a small compliment. She chucked Miss Jillgall under the chin, with the air of an amorous old gentleman expressing his approval of a pretty servant-girl. It was impossible to look at the two, in their relative situations, without laughing. But Mrs. Tenbruggen failed to cheat me into altering my opinion of her.
There is Eunice's character, drawn from the life in few words. In what an irritating position do I find myself placed! Never before have I felt so interested in trying to look into a person's secret mind; and never before have I been so completely baffled. I had written as far as this, and was on the point of closing my Journal, when a third note arrived from Mrs. Tenbruggen.
Tenbruggen, I keep my advantage." "In other words," she rejoined, "you leave me to make the discovery myself. Well, my friend, I mean to do it!" In the evening, my hotel offered to me the refuge of which I stood in need. I could think, for the first time that day, without interruption. Being resolved to see Philip, I prepared myself for the interview by consulting my extracts once more.
Nor has any apology for her neglect of us been received, fond as she is of writing little notes. Has that story in my Diary driven her away? Let me see what to-morrow may bring forth. To-day has brought forth nothing. Mrs. Tenbruggen still keeps away from us. It looks as if my Diary had something to do with the mystery of her absence. I am not in good spirits to-day.
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