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The old lady's tone was pathetic in its appeal to Nancy her "intuition" was at stake. Nancy drew nearer. She was fascinated, afraid, but guided by a strange impulse. "Nancy will," she panted, "Nancy will kiss you two times!" Mrs. Tweksbury's breath caught in her throat she strangled but controlled herself and bent as a queen might to the sweet uplifted face at her knee.
And being twins certainly modifies what might otherwise be concentrated." Doris felt her heart beat fast. She was not prepared to confide in Mrs. Tweksbury, certainly not at present. She loved the old woman for her good qualities, but she shrank from putting herself at the mercy of Mrs. Tweksbury's "inherited intuitions!" So she said nothing, but sent for the children.
I'm not usually mistaken in blood, but the creature was a good counterfeit; I'm glad she's gone. Say what you will, we older women know the young man needs protection as well as the young women." "Oh! Aunt Emily, cut it out!" Raymond got up and stalked about. This added to Mrs. Tweksbury's uneasiness. For days after that talk Raymond had his uncomfortable hours.
Raymond was so engrossed by their merit and so surprised by it that he forgot the main thing that had brought him to the Brier Bush until he felt Mrs. Tweksbury's foot firmly and insistently pressing his. He looked up. Joan was passing their table and very slightly she inclined her head toward it. Her eyes were what startled Raymond.
He had listened to variations of Mrs. Tweksbury's first visit to the tea room with varying degrees of impatience. He hated tea rooms; he had little interest in young women, and particularly disapproved of the type bordering on license; but he had consented to go in order to lay the old lady's growing nervousness concerning the details of her first visit. "My dear," Mrs.
Tweksbury's foot on his and, mentally, clung to it as a familiar and safe landmark. "Just what difference lies between individuality and personality?" he asked so seriously that Joan's mouth twitched under her life-saving veil. She brought Patricia's philosophy into more active action. "The difference is the meaning of life.
She simply stated that something had occurred that was taking her to Chicago at once with a young man." Elspeth Gordon watched the face of Mrs. Tweksbury's adopted son. She felt she was serving a righteous cause. If any worthy young man came to harm from the folly she had permitted she could never forgive herself! Miss Gordon had an elastic conscience. Raymond's countenance grew suddenly blank.
Nancy presently awakened them and Cameron's mistaken attitude drove them into action. Raymond counted Nancy's charms. Her devotion to her aunt, her unselfish service while her twin sister followed her own devices, Doctor Martin's very pronounced admiration, and Mrs. Tweksbury's ardent affection all carried him along like favouring winds.
"I wish I knew about him," she murmured; "I cannot recall any one in the least like him in Mrs. Tweksbury's life. I don't want to ask Aunt Doris besides, he may just be a chance acquaintance of Mrs. Tweksbury's. I hardly think that, though for she looks volumes at him and he sort of appropriates her."
Raymond was sitting on the edge of the table in Mrs. Tweksbury's dressing room. When she got through talking he was going to bed. He had to stifle a yawn. "Yes, she is. She's not only the prettiest girl I've seen for many a year, but she's the girl." "For what?" Raymond swung his lifted foot while he balanced with the other. "For you, Ken!"
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