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Tall and impressive, looking more distinguished in a six-year-old evening suit than even the Hoch Geborene in his uniform, he came at last, and Diantha saw him the moment he entered; saw, too, a new light in his eyes. He went straight to her. And Mrs. Weatherstone did not lay it up against him that he had but the briefest of words for his hostess. "Will you come?" he said.
I'll send one of the maids. Is it your things, ma'am?" "No," said Mrs. Weatherstone. "It is yours I refer to. I wish you to pack your things and leave the house in an hour. One of the maids can help you, if necessary. Anything you cannot take can be sent after you. Here is a check for the following month's wages." Mrs.
Madam Weatherstone was genuinely confused by this sudden inexplicable, yet perfectly polite piece of what she still felt to be in the nature of 'interference' and 'presumption. "I have had no fault to find with her." "I have, you see," said her daughter-in-law smiling. "I found her unsatisfactory and shall replace her with something better presently. How about a little music, Matthew?
Weatherstone cast many a loving look at the tall girl beside her in the intervals of "Delighted to see you's," and saw that her double burden had had no worse effect than to soften the lines of the mouth and give a hint of pathos to the clear depths of her eyes.
You know when you are married " Mrs. Weatherstone looked far away through the wide window. "I do know," she said. Diantha reached a strong hand to clasp her friend's. "I wish I could give it to you," she said. "You have done so much for me! So much! You have poured out your money like water!" "My money! Well I like that!" said Mrs. Weatherstone.
"Is that all?" asked Diantha. "It's all I've found so far," gaily retorted Mrs. Weatherstone. "Don't you see, child, that you can't afford to wait? You have reasons for hastening, you know. I don't doubt you could, in a series of years, work up this business all stark alone. I have every confidence in those qualities I have mentioned! But what's the use?
Weatherstone with those Bannerets, Dukes and Earls around her standing up there like a Princess herself and her eyes on the door all the time and tears in 'em, I could swear because you don't come!" They drew up with a fine curve before the carriage gate. "I'll take 'em all home they won't be ready for some time yet," said Mr. Thaddler.
Madam Weatherstone marched into the room. Ilda, with a little cry, fled out of it to Diantha. There was a jump, a scramble, two knuckly hands appeared, a long leg was put through the transom, two legs wildly wriggling, a descending body, and there stood before them, flushed, dishevelled, his coat up to his ears Mat Weatherstone.
"She's foolish, I admit," said Diantha, "but she doesn't realize her danger at all. I've tried to make her. And now I'm more worried than ever. It seems rather hard to discharge her she needs care." "I'll speak to that young man myself," said Mrs. Weatherstone. "I'll speak to his grandmother too!" "O would you?" urged Diantha.
Weatherstone swept her trailing crepe from the automobile to her friend's door, it was opened by a quick, soft-footed maid with a pleasant face, who showed her into a parlor, not only cool and flower-lit, but having that fresh smell that tells of new-washed floors. Mrs. Porne came flying down to meet her, with such a look of rest and comfort as roused instant notice. "Why, Belle!
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