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And after a second, as the two stood together, a deep flush rose on Catherine's face, and an expression of half-frightened apology dawned in Mrs. Thornburgh's. Catherine drew herself away. 'Will you please give Mr. EIsmere his mackintosh? she said, taking it off; 'I shan't want it this little way. And putting it on Mrs.
Catherine walked on fast towards the group of houses at the head of the valley, in one of which lived the two old carriers who had worked such havoc with Mrs. Thornburgh's housekeeping arrangements. She was tired physically, but she was still more tired mentally. She had the bruised feeling of one who has been humiliated before the world and before herself.
'I think we ought to be going on. And she hurried up to the others, nor did she leave their shelter till they were in sight of the little Shanmoor inn, where they were to have tea. The pony carriage was already standing in front of the inn, and Mrs. Thornburgh's gray curls shaking at the window. 'William! she shouted, 'bring them in. Tea is just ready, and Mr.
His wife's horrified countenance embarrassed him. But anything was better than Lord Fleckwood. Mrs. Seaton listened to him with the slightest smile on her formidable lip. The story was pleasing to her. 'At least, my dear sir, she said when he paused, nodding her diademed head with stately emphasis, 'Mrs. Thornburgh's inconvenience may have one good result.
The next day, just before early dinner, Rose and Agnes, who had been for a walk, were startled, as they were turning into their own gate, by the frantic waving of a white handkerchief from the vicarage garden. It was Mrs. Thornburgh's accepted way of calling the attention of the Burwood inmates, and the girls walked on.
Thornburgh's excited consciousness, on every spot where cream or jelly or meringue should have been and was not. When it dropped with a harsh little click, the hostess, unable to restrain herself, rushed into desperate conversation with Mr.
Thornburgh's arm she turned away, walking quickly round the bend of the road. Mrs. Thornburgh watched her open-mouthed, and moved slowly back to the house in a state of complete collapse. 'I always knew' she said with a groan 'I always knew it would never go right if it was Catherine! Why was it Catherine? And she went in, still hurling at Providence the same vindictive query.
'That's just it, said Agnes, intervening; 'we can't know anything in two days. No one ever will know anything about Catherine, if she takes to anybody, till the list minute. Mrs. Thornburgh's face fell. 'It's very difficult 'when people will be so reserved, she said, dolefully. The girls acquiesced, but intimated that they saw no way out of it.
Thornburgh's small gray eyes had travelled restlessly from face to face, as though to say, 'What no news yet?
Thornburgh's 'high tea, that lady was seated in the vicarage garden, her spectacles on her nose, a large couvre-pied over her knees, and the Whinborough newspaper on her lap. The neighborhood of this last enabled her to make an intermittent pretence of reading; but in reality the energies of her house-wifely mind were taken up with quite other things.
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