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Muriel was seated in a low chair before the fire. She was working at some tiny woollen socks, knitting swiftly in dead silence. He moved to the hearthrug, and stood there, obviously ill at ease. A certain shyness was in his nature, and Muriel's nervousness reacted upon him. He did not know how to break the silence. At length, with an effort, he spoke.
Poor little rose! Can't you open your pink lips and cry peccavi? Come down, sole ally and accomplice of my heinous vanity, and plead for me, and make the amende honorable to this grim guardian of Miss Muriel's peace!" She snatched the drooping rose from her hair, and tossed it at his feet. "Salome, you forget yourself!" His stern displeasure rendered her reckless, and she continued, "True, sir.
Arriving at the conservatory in due course, he found that Muriel's averments as to the vulnerability of that corner of her father's house were correct in every particular.
Evidently the only thing to be done was to acknowledge the estrangement, and to keep out of Muriel's way as much as possible. Her uncle's letter, however, weighed on her mind. How was she to prove her cousin's friend so entirely against her will?
Even Jim is satisfied with him. I couldn't ask for more than that, could I?" She brought her a cup of milk and sat by the bed while she drank it. There was never any perturbing element in Muriel's presence. She carried ever with her the gracious quietness of a mind at rest. Olga drank her milk with a most unwonted feeling of serenity. "Reggie certainly mustn't come near me yet," she said.
Muriel's book had slid down upon a cushion of pine-needles. She had raised herself in the hammock, and was staring at the rustic woodwork of the summer-house as though she saw a serpent twining there. There followed a brief silence. Then came the man's voice, deliberate and resounding. "I am sure it must have caused you much anxiety, dear Lady Bassett.
"They've been so worried about it they care so much!" "Yes, I know!" Julia said quickly, and fell silent again. "Is it your own mother's need of you?" the man asked after a pause. "No." Julia gave a cautious glance at the kitchen door behind her. "No Aunt May is wonderful with her. Muriel's at home a good deal, and Geraldine very near," she said.
It was written in Muriel's rather peculiar handwriting, so there was no possibility of a mistake. There it was in black and white: "How do you state Question 5? Ought the answer to be in bales of silk or days?" It was Muriel's turn now to flush red; she really had not a word to say for herself, and turned hastily away.
"Besides, my opinion won't count for much in face of the very satisfactory financial results you have secured. I'm sorry for what has happened, on Muriel's account." He turned and went out; and met Ethel on reaching West's house. "I must try to arrange for an interview with Sylvia and Captain Bland," he told her. "There are matters that should be explained to them." "Won't it be painful?"
It seemed to Gifford that his companion's manner was rather abnormal; unlike her usual cold reserve there were signs of a certain suppressed excitement. "I hope," she said, "that Major Freeman and his people are satisfied with our discovery that the marks on Muriel's dress and mine came there by accident." "Evidently quite convinced," Gifford answered.
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