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Vyvian could read all her thoughts, and very rebellious thoughts they often were. But now there seemed to be a sealed chamber in the girl's heart. She never spoke of the future, and for the first time her watchful friend saw in her a nervous fear that distressed her.
Carefully and quietly Dora listened to Lady Earle's plans and arrangements how her children were to go to Earlescourt and take the position belonging to them. Mrs. Vyvian was to go with them and remain until Lord Earle returned. Until then they were not to be introduced into society; it would take some time to accustom them to so great a change.
Peter had a rather useful power of barring his mind against thoughts that he did not desire to have there; without reasoning about it, he had placed the Gem in this category. He was absently watching the dim blue of the Euganean Hills against the clearer blue of the sky when he discovered that Vyvian was talking about Rhoda Johnson.
Dora looked more like the elder sister of the young girls than their mother. The quiet, half-dreamy monotony was broken at last. Mrs. Vyvian was suddenly summoned home. Her mother, to whom she was warmly attached, was said to be dying, and she wished her last few days to be spent with her daughter.
It is the Have-Nots who must give and give and give, with emptying hands; for from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath. Peter went upstairs to the drawing-room to play animal grab. When Mr. Vyvian called at 51 Brook Street one evening and was informed by the assembled company that Miss Johnson had got engaged to Mr.
It isn't respectable, the way you all go on. Here's the minestra at last." Teresina, clattering about the marble floor with the minestra, screamed "Pronto," very loud, and the boarders trailed in one by one. First came Mr. Guy Vyvian, sauntering with resignedly lifted brows, and looking as if it ought to have been ready a long time ago; he was followed by Mrs.
Leslie had, with all his inapprehensiveness of things, an extraordinary amount of discernment of people; he could discern feelings that had no existence. Or, if they had any existence in this case, they must have been called into it by Vyvian's sugary periods. Peter conceded that to that extent he ailed. "A surfeit of Vyvian. Let's come out and take the air and look for little stone lions."
But one couldn't let him know that one thought so; one was ostensibly on Hilary's side, against honesty, against decency, against all the world. So Peter, having located Vyvian and himself in this matter, said nothing at all, but went on upstairs. "So we're too fine for our brother's dirty jobs! I'm dashed if I don't believe it's that!" Peter went upstairs rather too quickly for his heart.
"Vyvian is a cad and a low fellow," Hilary said, "and I always regretted being forced into partnership with him; but I suppose one can't kick one's past acquaintances from the door. I, at least, cannot. Some people can and do; they may reconcile it with their standards of decency if they choose; but I cannot. Vyvian must come if he likes, and we must be hospitable to him.
That's why I'm tired I expect. And because there was a Mr. Cheriton, who stared, and seemed somehow to have taken against us didn't he, Hilary? Or perhaps it was only his queer manners, dear Jim. Anyhow, he made me feel shy. It takes it out of one, not being liked. Nervous prostration, like poor Mr. Vyvian. So let's go to bed, Hilary, and leave these two to watch together." "Give me the froglet."
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