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'Oh, I had no wish in the matter at all. 'You like Mr. Barfoot? 'I think him very pleasant. 'How delightful to be praised by you, Mrs. Widdowson! Now if any one speaks to you about me, when I have left England, will you find some nice word? Don't think me foolish. I do so desire the good opinion of my friends. To know that you spoke of me as you did for Mr.
Precisely at that moment Widdowson closed his book glad to be relieved from the pretence of reading and walked over the lower part of the house to see that all was right. He had a passion for routine. Every night, before going upstairs, he did a number of little things in unvarying sequence changed the calendar for next day, made perfect order on his writing-table, wound lip his watch, and so on.
When they reached the house at Herne Hill the sisters were both in a state of nervous tremor. Monica had only the vaguest idea of the kind of person Mrs. Luke Widdowson would prove to be, and Virginia seemed to herself to be walking in a dream. 'Have you been here often? whispered the latter, as soon as they came in view of the place.
'Your sisters are older than yourself? 'Yes, some years older. 'Is it long since you went to live apart from them? 'We have never had a home of our own since I was quite a child. And, after a moment's hesitation, she went on to give a brief account of her history. Widdowson listened with the closest attention, his lips twitching now and then, his eyes half closed.
The Sunday morning would be occupied, probably, in going to the new lodgings and making the acquaintance of her future companion there; in the afternoon, her sisters were to pay here a visit, as Alice had decided to start for Somerset on the Monday. She must write a refusal, but it was by no means her wish to discourage Widdowson altogether.
For the time Widdowson was perchance a trifle comforted; at all events, he went away with a sense of gratitude to Lady Horrocks. And when he had left the house he remembered that not even a civil formality with regard to Sir William had fallen from his lips. But Sir William's wife, for whatever reason, had also not once mentioned the baronet's name.
Luke Widdowson were the sole friends of her husband that Monica had seen. Mr. Newdick enjoyed coming to Herne Hill. Always lugubrious to begin with, he gradually cheered up, and by the time for departure was loquacious. But he had the oddest ideas of talk suitable to a drawing-room.
I am telling you what I have decided to do, that's all. I shall easily find a house down there, no doubt. Knowing the place, you will be able to suggest the likely localities. She sat down, for strength was failing her. 'It's quite true, Widdowson went on, staring at her with inflamed eyes. 'You are beginning to look like a ghost. Oh, we'll have an end of this! He cackled in angry laughter.
'Do you need a life of excitement? he asked, with a sidelong glance. 'Excitement? No, but one must have change. When they reached Herne Hill, Widdowson became silent, and presently he allowed the horse to walk. 'That is my house, Miss Madden the right-hand one. Monica looked, and saw two little villas, built together with stone facings, porches at the doors and ornamented gables.
But Widdowson had become abstracted; he ceased pulling, crossed his arms on the oars, and watched other boats that were near. Two deep wrinkles, rippling in their course, had formed across his forehead, and his eyes widened in a gaze of complete abstraction at the farther shore.
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