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"Philip," said Thelma suddenly. "Did you really go behind the scenes to-night?" "Yes, I did," he answered readily. "I was obliged to go on a matter of business a very disagreeable and unpleasant matter too." "And what was it?" she asked timidly, yet hopefully. "My pet, I can't tell you! I wish I could!
"She won't be in sailing condition for another month. No I must take my chance that's all. It's possible I may overtake Thelma at Hull that's my great hope." "Well, don't be down in the mouth about it, my boy!" said Beau sympathetically. "It'll all come right, depend upon it!
If you can stand well with your servants, you can stand well with the whole world if not carry yourself as haughtily as you may your pride will not last long, depend upon it! Meanwhile, as Briggs and Britta strolled in the side paths of the shrubbery, the gay guests of the Manor were dancing on the lawn. Thelma did not dance, she reclined in a low basket-chair, fanning herself.
Lorimer skillfully avoided betraying the fact that they had watched her through the window, and had listened to her singing. And Thelma heard all the explanations patiently till Bosekop was mentioned, and then her fair face grew cold and stern. "From whom did you hear of us there?" she inquired. "We do not mix with the people, why should they speak of us?"
As soon as they had disappeared, Thelma turned into the house and seated herself at her spinning-wheel. Britta soon entered the room, carrying the same graceful implement of industry, and the two maidens sat together for some time in a silence unbroken, save by the low melodious whirring of the two wheels, and the mellow complaints of the strutting doves on the window-sill.
The skirt, with its billowy train and peeping folds of delicate lace, pleased Thelma, but she could not understand the bodice, and she held that very small portion of the costume in her hand with an air of doubt and wonderment. At last she turned her grave blue eyes inquiringly on Madame. "It is not finished?" she asked. "Where is the upper part of it and the sleeves?"
Olaf Gueldmar, after a long and apparently sorrowful pause, resumed his conversation. "Yes," he said, "Thelma is a Catholic, though here she has scarcely any opportunity for performing the duties of her religion. It is a pretty and a graceful creed, well fitted for women. As for me, I am made of sterner stuff, and the maxims of that gentle creature, Christ, find no echo in my soul.
One had read I think I can remember the books in the order in which they were borrowed 'Thelma, 'Under Two Flags, 'David Copperfield, 'The Story of an African Farm, 'A Study in Scarlet, 'The Sign of the Four, 'The Prisoner of Zenda, 'The Dolly Dialogues, 'The Yellow Aster, 'The Superfluous Woman, and 'Ideala. This is a fair sample of the other seven. Not so, however, with Messrs.
"Good-bye!" exclaimed Britta wonderingly. "Why, where are you going? One would think you were starting on a long journey. You speak so strangely, Froeken!" "Do I?" and Thelma smiled kindly. "It is because my head aches, I suppose. But it is not strange to say good-bye, Britta!" Britta caught her hand. "Where are you going?" she persisted. "To see some friends," responded Thelma quietly.
Yes, we know Sigurd well enough his home is with us in default of a better. Ay, ay! we snatched him from death perhaps unwisely, yet he has a good heart, and finds pleasure in his life." "He is a kind of poet in his own way," went on Errington, watching Thelma as she listened intently to their conversation.
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