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There he left it, feeling sure he had done well. Ulrika asked him no questions she was entirely absorbed in the duties that devolved upon her, and with an ungrudging devotion strange to see in her, watched and tended Thelma incessantly, scarcely allowing herself a minute's space for rest or food.
Errington laughed and the little group had just reached the door of the drawing-room when Thelma suddenly turned with a look of inquiry in her eyes. "Where is Mr. Lorimer?" she said. "I have forgotten to say good-night to him, Philip."
No; I will forgive you, and pray for you, if you will tell me, . . ." She paused, and then continued, as with a strong effort. "Yes tell me who is this Sigurd?" "Sigurd is a foundling," answered Thelma simply. "He was floating about in the Fjord in a basket, and my father saved him. He was quite a baby. He had this scar on his chest then. He has lived with us ever since."
Britta took it, but her mind still revolved the question of her mistress's attire. "If you are going to spend the evening with friends," she suggested, "would it not be better to change?" "I have on a velvet gown," said Thelma, with a rather wearied patience. "It is quite dressy enough for where I am going." She paused abruptly, and Britta looked at her inquiringly.
He had no remembrance of what had occurred, after he had emptied young Macfarlane's flask of Glenlivet; he had no idea that he had been almost carried from his garden into his parlor, and there flung on the sofa and left to sleep off the effects of his strong tipple; least of all did he dream that he had betrayed any of his intentions towards Thelma Gueldmar, or given his religious opinions with such free and undisguised candor.
"Ah, but I should like to tell you, even if I must not sing " and Thelma gazed up anxiously from her pillow "only my head is so heavy, and full of strange noises I do not know whether I can remember it." "Don't try to remember it," and Ulrika stroked the soft cheek, with a curious yearning sensation of love tugging at her tough heartstrings. "Try to sleep that will be better for you!"
I resolved never to part with this ring, I say, except to my promised wife. Now do you understand?" She blushed deeply, and her eyes dropped before his ardent gaze. "I do thank you very much, Philip," she faltered timidly, she was about to say something further when suddenly Lorimer entered the saloon. He glanced from Errington to Thelma, and from Thelma back again to Errington, and smiled.
Marvelle, summoning her timid husband from some far corner, where he had remained in hiding, took her departure with much stateliness. A great many people were going down to supper by this time, but Sir Philip was tired of the heat and glare and noise, and whispered as much to Thelma, who at once advanced to bid her hostess farewell. "Won't you have some supper?" inquired her ladyship.
"Poor thing, poor thing!" she said kindly. "Come away with me, and lie down! You mustn't sit here, let me shut the lattice, it's quite late at night, and too cold for you, my dear." "Too cold?" and Thelma eyed her wonderingly. "Why, it is summer-time, and the sun never sets! The roses are all about the walls I gave one to Philip yesterday a little pale rose with a crimson heart.
"Perhaps, if you had known what sort of a woman I am, you might not have liked me to come near her." And she motioned towards Thelma. "When I was young long ago I loved " she laughed bitterly. "It seems a strange thing to say, does it not? Let it pass the story of my love, my sin and shame, need not be told here!
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