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She perceived a figure coming stealthily from the bank. It stopped, and again advanced, and now ran swiftly down. She drew back her head as it approached the open door of the carriage; but the next moment trembled forward, and was caught with a cat-like clutch upon Wilfrid's breast. "Emilia! my own for ever! I swore to die this night it I did not see you!" "You love me, Wilfrid? love me?"
"Does Major Weisspriess know it to be true?" The question came from Anna. Weisspriess coolly verified it, on the faith of a common servant's communication. The ladies could see that some fresh piece of mystery lay between him and Wilfrid. "With whom have you had an interview, and what have you heard?" asked Lena, vexed by Wilfrid's pallid cheeks.
Her voice changed when she accepted Wilfrid's adieux, to whose fate in the deadly street she appeared quite indifferent, though she gave him one or two prudent directions, and expressed a hope that she might be of service to him.
Again, the same suggestions of veiled and vibrating feeling. Sir Wilfrid's nascent dislike softened a little. "After all," he said, with gentleness, "one must make allowance for old age and weakness, mustn't one?" "Oh, as to that, you can't say anything to me that I am not perpetually saying to myself," was her somewhat impetuous reply.
On both occasions there was much talk of the growing popularity and efficiency of the Elgood Street work, of the numbers attending the lectures, the story-telling, the Sunday school, and of the way in which the attractions of it had spread into other quarters of the parish, exciting there, especially among the clergy of St. Wilfrid's, an anxious and critical attention.
Certain expressions falling from him led them to guess that he had set some plot in motion, which Emilia's flight had arrested; but his tragic outcries were all on the higher ground of the loss to Art. They were glad to see him go from the house. Soon he returned to demand Wilfrid's address. Arabella wrote it out for him with rebuking composure.
Nor was there a lack of justification; for when they came down to his shouts in the passage, they hushed, and held a finger aloft, and looked altogether so unlike what they aimed at being, that Wilfrid's sense of mastery became almost contempt. "I know perfectly what you have to tell me," he said. "Mrs.
Chump, they kept in the background. It was enough for them that she was to be a visitor, and would thus destroy the great circle they had projected. To accept her in the circle, they felt, was out of the question. Wilfrid's plain-speaking broke up the air-bubble, which they had so carefully blown, and in which they had embarked all their young hopes.
"Mia figlia," seized Wilfrid's ear. Mr. Pericles bellowed, "Allegro." Two minutes after Braintop felt a touch on his shoulder; and Wilfrid, speaking in a tone of friend to friend, begged him to go to town by the last train and remove Miss Belloni to an hotel, which he named. "Certainly," said Braintop; "but if I meet her father..?" Wilfrid summoned champagne for him; whereupon Mrs.
Then the Duchess spoke uncertainly. "Yes, we know. She has confided in us. There is nothing whatever to her discredit." Sir Wilfrid's expression changed. "Ah!" cried the Duchess, bending forward. "You know, too?" "I knew her father and mother," said Sir Wilfrid, simply. The Duchess gave a little cry of relief. Jacob Delafield rose, took a turn across the room, and came back to Sir Wilfrid.
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