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"We shall probably leave here to-morrow," Lady Ingleton added. Annette's expression changed. "We're going back to London, Miladi?" "I think so. I'll tell you this afternoon." She glanced at her watch. "I don't wish to be disturbed for an hour. Don't leave Jane in my bedroom. Take her away to yours." "Very well, Miladi." Annette went out looking inquisitive, with Turkish Jane on her arm.
It should here be observed that he was by birth the superior of Annette's parentage, and such is the sentiment of a better blood that the flattery of her warm touch was needed for him to overlook the distinction. Two of his visits to Crikswich resulted simply in interviews and conversations with Mrs. Crickledon. Van Diemen and his daughter were in London with Tinman and Mrs.
'Not a bit now, said Annette. There was an end of Annette's doubt and dread of her grand brother-in-law. He talked and laughed, took her on pleasant expeditions, and made much of her with all his ready good-nature, till her heart was quite won.
'Have you heard nothing else, that alarms you? 'Nothing else, ma'amselle! said Annette; 'why, is not this enough? 'Quite enough for my patience, Annette, but not quite enough to convince me we are all to be murdered, though I acknowledge here is sufficient food for curiosity. She forbore to speak her apprehensions, because she would not encourage Annette's wild terrors; but the present circumstances of the castle both surprised, and alarmed her.
"But my aunt is not there, Stanhope; I left her at Annette's cottage; and, I doubt not, she already thinks it strange that I have not returned: if she knew that I was loitering here with you" "She would not think it very strange," interrupted Stanhope, smiling, and still detaining her; "and, in the happy tidings of her husband's safety, even you, Luciè, may be for a time forgotten.
The ninth baronet had shied violently at a round scarlet table, inlaid under glass with blue Australian butteries' wings, and was clinging to her Louis-Quinze cabinet; Francie Forsyte had seized the new mantel-board, finely carved with little purple grotesques on an ebony ground; George, over by the old spinet, was holding a little sky-blue book as if about to enter bets; Prosper Profond was twiddling the knob of the open door, black with peacock-blue panels; and Annette's hands, close by, were grasping her own waist; two Muskhams clung to the balcony among the plants, as if feeling ill; Lady Mont, thin and brave-looking, had taken up her long-handled glasses and was gazing at the central light shade, of ivory and orange dashed with deep magenta, as if the heavens had opened.
Even Annette, the sad wife of the drunken Benoit, kept her fine looks; but then, Annette's life was a thing for a book, and she had a beautiful child. You cannot keep this from the face of a woman. Nor can you keep the other: when the heart rusts the rust shows. After a good many years, Armand de la Riviere came back in time to see his father die.
These people are old servants of mine. I can answer for the luncheon." "You can also eat it," came the prompt reply. "I am returning to the carriage." "But " Mr. Sabin emerged through the swing door. "Your discretion, my dear Lucille," he said, smiling, "is excellent. The place is indeed better than it seems, and Annette's cookery may be all that the Prince claims.
Markham lifted her face from Annette's cheek, the tears showed under her lids. "But, oh, Annette," she whispered, "I ask you to believe that I am real that once I was all real but I fell like the rest." For the first time Annette spoke coherently. "Oh, Aunt Paula it breaks my heart but I will try to remember only how kind you were."
"Always," whispered Ruth, gratefully; and it was she who helped Betty serve the other girls with the excellent cold chicken, and bread, and butter, the jelly-filled tarts, and squares of molasses gingerbread, so that Annette's proposed "lesson" bid fair to be defeated. "What's the matter, Ruthie?" Betty found a chance to whisper, as they sat down together a little way from the larger group.
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