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Then, noticing Winterbourne's silence, she asked him why he didn't speak. He made no answer; he only began to laugh. They passed under one of the dark archways; Giovanelli was in front with the carriage. Here Daisy stopped a moment, looking at the young American. "DID you believe I was engaged, the other day?" she asked.
Daisy was exchanging greetings very prettily with her hostess, but when she heard Winterbourne's voice she quickly turned her head. "Well, I declare!" she said. "I told you I should come, you know," Winterbourne rejoined, smiling. "Well, I didn't believe it," said Miss Daisy. "I am much obliged to you," laughed the young man. "You might have come to see me!" said Daisy.
Miss Raeburn turned her buttonhole in fine style, and at lightning speed, to show the coolness of her mind, then with a rattling of all her lockets, looked up and waited for Lady Winterbourne's reflections. "She has often talked to me of these people the Hurds," said Lady Winterbourne, slowly. "She has always made special friends with them.
Lady Winterbourne's tragic air yielded to a slow smile. "You look very well, my dear. That white becomes you charmingly; so do the pearls. I don't wonder that Aldous always knows where you are." Marcella raised her eyes and caught those of Aldous fixed upon her from the other side of the room. She blushed, smiled slightly, and looked away.
Her conversation was chiefly of what metaphysicians term the objective cast, but every now and then it took a subjective turn. "What on EARTH are you so grave about?" she suddenly demanded, fixing her agreeable eyes upon Winterbourne's. "Am I grave?" he asked. "I had an idea I was grinning from ear to ear." "You look as if you were taking me to a funeral.
She stooped and took up her book. "I must please go and write some letters," she said, in answer to Lady Winterbourne's flurried look. And she walked away. Betty and Lady Ermyntrude also went to take off their things. "Aldous!" said Lady Winterbourne, holding out her hand to him. He took it, glanced unwillingly at her wistful, agitated face, pressed the hand, and let it go.
Then, driven on by an irritation not to be quieted, he began against his will to think of those various occasions on which he and Aldous Raeburn had crossed each other in the past of that incident in particular which Miss Raeburn had roughly recalled to Lady Winterbourne's reluctant memory. Well, and what of it?
Marcella was sitting in a deep and comfortable chair at the open window of Lady Winterbourne's drawing-room. The house in James Street, Buckingham Gate looked out over the exercising ground of the great barracks in front, and commanded the greenery of St. James's Park to the left. The planes lining the barrack railings were poor, wilted things, and London was as hot as ever.
"I have been looking round for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed. "She's your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne's admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it, she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid.
This pretty American girl, however, on hearing Winterbourne's observation, simply glanced at him; she then turned her head and looked over the parapet, at the lake and the opposite mountains. He wondered whether he had gone too far, but he decided that he must advance farther, rather than retreat. While he was thinking of something else to say, the young lady turned to the little boy again.
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