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Hescott? You must admit, dearest, that your cousin is a little well, attentive to you." "Why, of course he is attentive to me. He is quite like a brother to me." "Brothers, as a rule, are not so very attentive to their sisters. The fact is, Tita," says Margaret desperately, "that I think er that Maurice thinks that Mr. Hescott is " "In love with me?
Hilda felt a severe pang at leaving Judith, who had not reverted to the subject of her marriage. Whether her parent or not, she loved her dearly; she felt also the pain of parting with Tita, but her resolution never swerved.
"It is" she lays her hands on Margaret's shoulders, and regards her earnestly and with agitation "it is that I fear myself." "You fear" uncertainly "that you don't love him?" "Pshaw!" says Tita, letting her go, and rising to her feet, as though to sit still is impossible to her. "What a speech from you to me you, who know all! Love him! I am sure about that, at all events. I know I don't."
She had plainly taken him for one of the hunters, and had hoped he would pass by. "Oh, you!" cries she. "You! Go away. Go at once! They'll find us if " She waves him frantically from her. He is too angry to see that there is not a vestige of embarrassment in her air. Here Gower comes up panting. "Caught!" cries he, making a pounce of Tita.
He smiles in spite of himself, but the girl continues very grave. "You say you have nothing," says she, "but this house?" "It is useless arguing about it," returns Rylton; "this house will go shortly with all the rest. For myself, I don't care much really, but my mother she would feel it. That's why I say you can help us, if you will." "I should like to help you!" says Tita, still very slowly.
"Yet yes; and it frightens me," says she, in a low tone. Tita rubs her cheek softly against hers. "Yet you are not far from the kingdom of God!" says she. The little kittenish gesture and the solemn phrase! Margaret presses Tita to her. What a strange child she is! What a mixture! "Neither are you, I trust," says she.
A carriage is waiting for them, and Rylton, putting her into it, goes away to see to their luggage. Tita, sitting drearily within, her heart sad with recollections of the past, is suddenly struck by a sound that comes to her through the shut windows of the carriage. She opens the one nearest to her and listens. It is only a poor vagrant on the pavement without, singing for a penny or two.
Bethune's face as she went down the terrace steps on the night of Lady Warbeck's dance, and had augured ill from it for Tita and her brother, had cross-examined Tom very cleverly, and had elicited from him the fact that he had heard footsteps behind the arbour where he and somebody he refused to give the name had sat that night, and that he Tom had glanced round, and had seen and known, but that he had said nothing of it to his companion.
He had gone away directly after breakfast, telling them all he would be home by the evening if possible; but he feared the journey would be too long for his mother, and that probably she would spend the night in town. In the meantime, if anything in the shape of a murder or an elopement should occur, they might telegraph to Claridge's. He had then turned and smiled at Tita.
At this moment a little gleam of it, just strong enough to make one dream of summer, but not enough to warm one, is stealing timidly though the windows of Margaret's smaller drawing-room in Park Lane. She had taken Tita abroad almost immediately after the rupture at Oakdean, explaining to their mutual friends that it was necessary for Tita's health that she should winter in the south.
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