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"It seems to me I shall dry up and blow away if we don't find it pretty soon," said Tita. "I've almost found it, I think," answered Tonio. "It must be right over by those willow trees." They went to the willow trees but there was no stream there. "I think we'd better go back and get the wood and start home," said Tita. "We can get a drink in the goat-pasture."
And when his guests were gone, the old man began mumbling prayers out of his breviary, and fingering over jewels and gold, with the dull greedy eyes of covetous old age. "Ah! it may buy the red hat yet! Omnia Romae venalia! Put it by, Tita, and do not look at it too much, child. Enter not into temptation.
She is about to take the ring off to show it to us when Charlie interposes: "You needn't take it off, Franziska." And with that, somehow, the girl slips away from among us, and Tita is with her, and we don't get a glimpse of either of them until the solitude resounds with our cries for luncheon. In due time Charlie returned to London, and to Surrey with us in very good spirits.
"Welcome home, my lady," says he, touching his cap to Tita, who gives him a little nod in return, whilst feeling that her heart is breaking. "Home!" She feels as if she hates poor Evans, and yet of course he had meant nothing. No doubt he thought she was coming back to Oakdean. Dear, dear Oakdean, now lost to her for ever!
But I love the child, and I must speak. You will hate me for it, perhaps, but why has Marian been here?" "Tita asked her." "Is that the whole truth?" "No; the half," says Sir Maurice. He rouses himself from the lethargy into which he has fallen, and looks at Margaret. "I promised Marian an invitation here; I asked Tita for that invitation later. Marian came.
"Well, it is over," says he. "That is. But your future life " "I'm not a favourite of gods, am I?" says he, laughing. "My future life! Well, I leave it to them. So Tita is looking well?" "Yes; quite well. A little pale, I said." "She never had much colour. She never speaks of me, I suppose?" "Sometimes yes." Rylton looks down at the carpet, and then laughs a little awkwardly.
He has barely yet recovered from the shock she had innocently given him. "And your mother?" asks she, going back to the first question. "Do you think she will like you to marry me? Oh, do persuade her!" "Make no mistake about my mother, Tita; she will receive you with open arms." He feels as if he were lying when he says this, yet is it not the truth?
"Yes, there would be reason in that!" says Captain Marryatt, so gloomily that her mirth breaks forth afresh. He is always a joy to her, this absurd young man, who, in spite of barbs and shafts, follows at her chariot wheels with a determination worthy of a better cause. Gower, who also had heard that quiet "No," had come instantly forward, and entreated Tita to blindfold him.
There was something affecting in the good faith of this sketch of former social glories; the picnic at the Lido had remained vivid through the ages, and poor Miss Tita evidently was of the impression that she had had a brilliant youth.
Yet no sooner was the name of Franziska mentioned, and no sooner had she been reminded that Charlie was going with us to Huferschingen, than the nimble little brain set to work. Oftentimes it has occurred to one dispassionate spectator of her ways that this same Tita resembled the small object which, thrown into a dish of some liquid chemical substance, suddenly produces a mass of crystals.
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