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"A pure accident I mean the thinking," she answered lightly. "If I had not been a country girl, with a mind above my station, intellectually, there's no telling what might have happened. Town life is very distracting, if you once get into the groove. Isn't it, aunt?" Lady Thurwell, who was a thorough little dame de société, rose with a pout and shrugged her shoulders.
Curiously enough, it was a relief to her to hear it. Such great self-restraint was almost unnatural. "You only did your duty, Mr. Thurwell," he answered quietly. "You owe me no apology." "I am very glad that you see it in that light," Mr. Thurwell said, "very glad indeed. But I have a further confession to make." He drew Mr.
Thurwell remarked. "A man of his celebrity can scarcely conceal his family history." Helen had walked a little away, and was standing before the window, looking out with listless eyes. "Father, I wonder whether Sir Allan Beaumerville has anything to do with this?" she said. "Has he ever hinted to you that he suspected Mr. Maddison?" "Certainly not," he answered. "Why do you ask?"
"Do you know, I like this," Helen said softly. "I think it is so much better than a dinner party, or going out anywhere." "See what a difference the presence of a distinguished man of letters makes," laughed Lady Thurwell. "Now, only a few hours ago, we were dreading a very dull evening Helen as well as myself. How nice it was of you to take pity on us, Mr. Maddison!"
"Like the country best in May!" Lady Thurwell gasped. "My dear child, have you taken leave of your senses?" "Not quite, aunt," Helen answered, smiling. "Only it is as I say. I like the country best, and I would really rather go home." Lady Thurwell considered for a full minute. Being a very juvenile matron, she had by no means enjoyed her rôle as chaperon to an acknowledged beauty.
Levy with his money, and Helen with the consciousness that she had saved her lover from the consequences of what she now regarded as her great folly. She was to have dined out that evening with her aunt, but when the time to dress came, she pleaded a violent headache, and persuaded Lady Thurwell, who was a good-natured little woman, to take an excuse.
"By the bye," she wound up, with a curious look at her niece, "Sir Allan Beaumerville was there, and seemed a good deal disappointed at the absence of a certain young lady." "Indeed!" answered Helen. "That was very nice of him. And now, aunt, do you know what I came in to say to you?" Lady Thurwell shook her head. "Haven't any idea, Helen. Has anyone been making love to you?"
Once more its calm spirituality, the effortless force which seemed to lurk in every line and feature of the pale wasted countenance, had its effect upon Mr. Thurwell. He wrung the hand which it had cost him a suppressed effort to take, and for the moment his doubts faded away. "God help you, Maddison!" he said fervently. "Shall I tell her anything from you?"
When I come back from abroad, I'm going to commence to play this game in a manner that'll rather astonish you, and a certain other person. Ta-ta, guv'nor." Mr. Benjamin Levy was a smart young man, but he had a narrow escape that afternoon, for as he was sauntering up and down the platform at Waterloo, whom should he see within a dozen yards of him but Mr. Maddison and Miss Thurwell.
He peered up over the office blind, and sat down again at once. In a moment his cigar was behind the grate, and his expression completely changed. "Ah! Miss Thurwell, dad," he said coolly, "and I'll bet ten to one I know what she wants. Mind you leave it all to me. I've no time to explain, but you'll spoil it if you interfere. Come in.
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