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She fell gradually into a train of thought, as feminine as that in which she had been just indulging, but infinitely more pleasing. For, with regard to the Leyburns, at this present moment Mrs. Thornburgh felt herself in the great position of tutelary divinity or guardian angel. At least if divinities and guardian angels do not concern themselves with the questions to which Mrs.
'With Catherine! stammered Mrs. Leyburn; 'with Catherine! The idea was amazing to her. She took up her knitting with trembling fingers, and went on with it mechanically a second or two. Then laying it down 'Are you quite sure? has he told you? 'No, but one has eyes, said Mrs. Thornburgh hastily. 'William and I have seen it from the very first day.
She had never felt herself more exquisitely indispensable, more of a personage. Before, however, we go on to chronicle the ultimate success or failure of Mrs. Thornburgh as a match-maker, it may be well to inquire a little more closely into the antecedents of the man who had suddenly roused so much activity in her contriving mind. And, indeed, these antecedents are important to us.
Agnes looked at her sister, and they both laughed, the bright rippling laugh of young women perfectly aware of their own value, and in no hurry to force an estimate of it on the male world. 'Well, said Rose deliberately, her delicate cheek flushed with her gymnastics, her eyes sparkling, 'there is no saying. "Propinquity does it" as Mrs. Thornburgh is always reminding us.
Thornburgh, sighing, 'I think it very dull; I always have. When one has to depend for everything on a carrier that gets drunk, too! Why you know they belong here. They're real Westmoreland people. 'What does that mean exactly? 'Oh, their grandfather was a farmer, just like one of the common farmers about. Only his land was his own and theirs isn't.
She never guessed anything; there was no need, with three daughters to think for her, and give her the benefit of their young brains. 'No, she said again. 'I can't imagine what you mean. Mrs. Thornburgh felt a rush of inward contempt for so much obtuseness. 'Well, then, he is in love with Catherine! she said abruptly, laying her hand on Mrs. Leyburn's knee, and watching the effect.
Thornburgh and his guest had visited a few houses in the course of their walk, and the vicar plunged for a minute or two into some conversation about local matters with his wife. But Mrs. Thornburgh, it was soon evident, was giving him but a scatterbrained attention. Her secret was working in her ample breast.
Oh dear, I wish she'd let me do something for her; I wish she'd ask me to black her boots for her, or put in her tuckers, or tidy her drawers for her, or anything worse still, and I'd do it and welcome! It was getting uncomfortably serious all round, Rose admitted. But there was one element of comedy besides Mrs. Thornburgh, and that was Mrs. Leyburn's unconsciousness.
In Paris several resident Americans, among whom were May Ellis Bolles, whom Mrs. Getsinger had won over to the Faith, Miss Pearson, and Ann Apperson, both nieces of Mrs. Hearst, with Mrs. Thornburgh and her daughter, were added to the party, the number of which was later swelled in Egypt by the addition of Dr. Khayru’lláh’s daughters and their grand-mother whom he had recently converted.
Agnes with vast self-possession took Mrs. Thornburgh in hand. She pointed out firmly that nothing would be so likely to make Catherine impracticable as fuss. 'In vain is the net spread, etc. She preached from the text with a worldly wisdom which quickly crushed Mrs. Thornburgh. 'Well, what am I to do, my dears? she said at last helplessly. 'Look at the weather!
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