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Fishing was one of Mistress Ulrica's favorite pastimes, and although she did not generally participate in it, yet when she observed her husband's unskillfulness, she would indignantly cast aside her parasol, and grasp the fishing rod.
Cedric, although not greatly confident in Ulrica's message, omitted not to communicate her promise to the Black Knight and Locksley.
"Not that, there you are mistaken, for I called at the parsonage one evening with my aunt, and I was so much pleased with the young ladies, that now I am here with you, while they are at Almvik, where they arrived this morning. What do you think of that?" What Nanna thought Gottlieb did not learn; but he soon was made acquainted with his aunt Ulrica's opinion concerning his absence.
A match was struck across the landing and voices sounded. Gertrude was in the room lighting the gas and Clara tugging down the blind. Emma was sitting with her hands pressed to her eyes, quickly gasping, "Ach Clara! Mein Gott! Ach Gott!" On Ulrica's bed nothing was visible but a mound of bedclothes. The whole landing was astir. Fraulein's voice called up urgently from below.
She had been sitting on the end of Emma's bed talking quietly of self-control and now Emma was asleep. Ulrica's corner had been perfectly quiet. Miriam had been lying listening to the steady swishing of the rain against the chestnut leaves. "No; what is it?" "Oh, most wonderful. Ich bin so empfindlich. I am so sensible." "Sensitive?" "Oh, it was most wonderful. Only hear and I shall tell you.
"What do you want then, fearful man?" "To remain where I am. At present I want nothing further." Suddenly a new light dawned in Mrs. Ulrica's brain. What if he should be an unfortunate suitor for her love. "How?" said she, forcing all her pride and dignity into her words, "how? remain here? Sir, this is my bed-room." "I am aware of the fact."
All his confused contradictory impressions assumed a new aspect at this announcement; and to hide his surprise he added lightly: "Ah then you will have Paris, after all!" "Hardly Lady Ulrica's Paris. It s not likely to be roses, roses all the way." "It's not, indeed." Real compassion prompted him to continue: "Have you any any influence you can count on?"
When the thunder came she raised her voice against it and read more rapidly. As the storm began to abate a little party of English went to the kitchen and brought back milk and biscuits and jam. "You will be asleep, Miss Hendershon." Miriam started at the sound of Ulrica's wailing whisper. Fraulein had only just gone.
These confident words had nearly renewed the vexation within Mistress Ulrica's bosom; but suddenly she was struck with an idea that caused her to assume a still more affectionate expression of countenance. "We will trouble ourselves no more concerning that deeply to be pitied young man. I have something else which I wish to confide to you." "Another lover?" inquired Mr. Fabian, widening his eyes.
But since, as you say, you'd stuck it out longer than any of the others, couldn't you at least have held on till you were sure of some kind of an opening?" She made no reply for a moment; then she turned a listless glance to the rain-beaten window. "Oughtn't we be starting?" she asked, with a lofty assumption of indifference that might have been Lady Ulrica's.
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