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"I always believe Dinah's friend," she returned, in a voice he hardly recognised it was so soft and full of feeling; "but how I shall miss mine!" and here Elizabeth's eyes were very sad. She looked at the bare flower-stalks in her hands rather remorsefully before she threw them away and returned to the house. On their way to the station Malcolm occupied a seat next to the driver.
But he thought a thorough change mountain air might do her good. The doctor was not against it. So we came." "And do you never leave her?" questioned Dinah. "Practically never. Ever since that awful time in India she has been very dependent upon me. Biddy of course is quite indispensable to her. And I am nearly so." "You have given yourself up to her in fact?" Quick admiration was in Dinah's tone.
"Why," said he, "is not that the key to all the adventures we have talked over these three days past?" For these three days, indeed, Dinah's lively imagination had been full of the most insidious romances, and the conversation of the two Parisians had affected the woman as the most mischievous reading might have done.
"Monsieur le Cure is dying for his game," they would say. The wily priest lent himself very readily to the little trick. He protested. "We should lose too much by ceasing to listen to our inspired hostess!" and so he would incite Dinah's magnanimity to take pity at last on her dear Abbe.
The invitation was welcome to the tired little youngster, and it was not long before he had followed Dinah's invitation. Next, Flossie cuddled up in Mrs. Manily's arms and stopped thinking for a while. "It is awfully lonely," whispered Nan, to her mother, "I do wish that man would come back." "So do I," agreed the mother.
For love of a man who felt nought but kindness for her, for the dear memory of a golden vision that would never be hers again. It was soon after nine on the following morning that Scott presented himself on horseback at the gate of Dinah's home.
Lousteau could not fail to see Dinah's great superiority over the best women of Sancerre; she was better dressed, her movements were graceful, her complexion was exquisitely white by candlelight in short, she stood out against this background of old faces, shy and ill-dressed girls, like a queen in the midst of her court.
His brother leaned back in his chair, his black brows slightly drawn, and contemplated him as he did it. "By the way, Scott," he said, after a moment, "Dinah's staying here need not make any difference to you in any way. She can't expect to have you at her beck and call as she had in Switzerland. You must make that clear to her." "Very well, old chap." Scott spoke without raising his head.
"I shall just keep on, Dinah," he said. "It's the only way. But, as I think I've mentioned before, it's no good meeting troubles half-way. The day's work is all that really matters." They walked on for a space in silence; then as they drew near the house he changed the subject. But that brief shadow of a coming desolation dwelt in Dinah's memory with a persistence that defied all lesser things.
"Oh!" said the old man, "Madame de la Baudraye is still young; there is no time lost." This allusion made Lousteau smile; he did not understand Monsieur de la Baudraye. "There, Didine!" said he in Dinah's ear, "what a waste of remorse!" Dinah begged him to give her one day more, and the lovers parted after the manner of certain theatres, which give ten last performances of a piece that is paying.
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