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She has asked me, and Mr. Briggs" here Britta laughed "is coming to see if I can go. He will escort me, he says!" And she laughed again. Thelma forced herself to smile. "You can go, by all means, Britta! But I thought you did not like Lady Winsleigh's French maid?" "I don't like her much," Britta admitted "still, she means to be kind and agreeable, I think.
Thelma seated herself at once by Duprez, and seemed glad to divert attention from herself to him. "You are better, Monsieur Duprez, are you not?" she asked gently. "We saw Sigurd this morning; he came home last night. He is very, very sorry to have hurt you!" "He need not apologize," said Duprez cheerfully.
I am quite happy alone with you. I care nothing for this party, what is it to me if you do not wish to go?" He kissed her again. "Thelma, don't spoil me too much! If you let me have my own way to such an extent, who knows what an awful domestic tyrant I may become! No, dear we must go tonight there's no help for it. You see we've accepted the invitation, and it's no use being churlish.
A gay chorus of laughter here broke from the little group seated on deck, of which Thelma was the centre, and Gueldmar stopped in his walk, with an attentive smile on his open, ruddy countenance. "'Tis good for the heart to hear the merriment of young folks," he said. "Think you not my girl's laugh is like the ripple of a lark's song? just so clear and joyous?"
And Lady Winsleigh was neither blind nor deaf she saw and heard plainly enough that her reign was over, and in her secret soul she was furious. The "common farmer's daughter" was neither vulgar nor uneducated and she was surpassingly lovely even Lady Winsleigh could not deny so plain and absolute a fact. But her ladyship was a woman of the world, and she perceived at once that Thelma was not.
"And yet there is a strange mingling of foresight and wit with his wild fancies. Wouldst thou believe it, Thelma, child," and here he turned to his daughter and encircled her waist with his arm "he seemed to know how matters were with thee and Philip, when I was yet in the dark concerning them!"
"God help the man!" exclaimed Ulrika startled. "Who is dying?" "She the Froeken Thelma Lady Errington she is all alone up there," and he pointed distractedly in the direction from whence he had come. "I can get no one in Bosekop, the women are cowards all, all afraid to go near her," and he wrung his hands in passionate distress.
Hurrying to the ticket-office she found there before her a kindly faced woman with a baby in her arms, who was just taking a third-class ticket to Hull, and as she felt lonely and timid, Thelma at once decided to travel third-class also, and if possible in the same compartment with this cheerful matron, who, as soon as she had secured her ticket, walked away to the train, hushing her infant in her arms as she went.
Britta departed, and Thelma went rather slowly up-stairs. It was now nearly midnight, and she felt languid and weary. Her reflections began to take a new turn.
A great many people were out of town, all who had leisure and money enough to liberate themselves from the approaching evils of an English winter, had departed or were departing, Beau Lovelace had gone to Como, George Lorimer had returned with Duprez to Paris, and Thelma had very few visitors except Lady Winsleigh, who was more often with her now than ever.
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