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Delia would wave a parasol, beckon her back, send Mr. Waterlow to bring her; Francie invoked from one moment to another some such appeal as that. But no appeal came; none at least but the odd spectacle, presently, of an agitation of the group, which, evidently under Delia's direction, turned round and retraced its steps.
The pretty one clearly liked Paris, she had no plans for the autumn and only wanted a reason to come back about the twentieth of September. Mr. Waterlow remarked humorously that she evidently bossed the shop. Meanwhile, before starting for Spain, he would see her as often as possible his eye would take possession of her. His companion envied his eye, even expressed jealousy of his eye.
I went to him, and found it was Dr. Mair. In that interview I learnt that by the laws of Scotland Miss Waterlow was my wife." "And the suspicion that she was so had never occurred to you before?" "Anne! Should I have been capable of marrying Maude, or any one else, if it had?
Flack appeared to speak proudly again for his organ. "J'espere bien!" said Francie, who was getting on famously with her French. "Of course if you praise him Mr. Waterlow will like it." "I don't know that he cares for my praise and I don't care much whether HE likes it or not. For you to like it's the principal thing we must do with that." "Oh I shall be awfully proud."
Dosson grew still more jocose, making nothing of a secret of his perception that Francie hit the bull's-eye "every time." Mr. Waterlow had returned their visit, but that was rather a matter of course, since it was they who had gone after him. They had not gone after the other one; it was he who had come after them.
Isn't your portrait finished?" "Yes, but he won't give it up." "Who won't give it up?" "Why Mr. Waterlow. He wants to keep it near him to look at it in case he should take a fancy to change it. But I hope he won't change it it's so lovely as it is!" Francie made a mild joke of saying. "I hear it's magnificent and I want to see it," said George Flack. "Then why don't you go?"
It's whether it strikes you I should be justified in throwing THEM over." "It depends upon the sense you attach to justification." "I mean should I be miserably unhappy? Would it be in their power to make me so?" "To try certainly, if they're capable of anything so nasty. The only fair play for them is to let you alone," Waterlow wound up. "Ah, they won't do that they like me too much!"
And the inhabitants of "Babies' Castle" congregate on the steps of their home. We are saying "Good-bye." "Jim Crow" is held up to the window inside, and little Ernest, the blind boy, waves his hands with the others and shouts in concert. I drive away. But one can hear their voices just as sweet to-night as on one day last summer! Beauties: Children. MISS WATERLOW. From a Photo by A. Bassano.
Waterlow had come to an understanding with his visitors it had been settled that Miss Francina should sit for him at his first hour of leisure. Unfortunately that hour hovered before him as still rather distant he was unable to make a definite appointment. He had sitters on his hands, he had at least three portraits to finish before going to Spain.
Meanwhile he tried, as I say, by affronting minor perils, and especially by going a good deal to see Charles Waterlow in the Avenue de Villiers, whom he believed to be his dearest friend, formed for his affection by Monsieur Carolus.
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