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Roger returned the look steadily; and by the flickering mockery in Garman's eyes he knew that it was Garman's ring that gleamed on Annette's finger. "I was just thanking Senator Fairclothe for influencing me in the purchase of land down here," said Roger deliberately. "If it hadn't been for him, Garman, I wouldn't be here now." "If that is so," returned Garman, "we must thank him, too.
Very gently touching Annette's arm, he said: "How do you like my place, Annette?" She did not shrink, did not respond; she looked at him full, looked down, and murmured: "Who would not like it? It is so beautiful!" "Perhaps some day " Soames said, and stopped. So pretty she was, so self-possessed she frightened him.
That habit had ceased after awhile, and now it had begun again. For whom? She had no matter of doubt. It was not for her! He appeared fatigued and thin. She concluded that he was suffering. She compared his entrances, his manner, his bearing with the attitude of the Marquis, who was also beginning to be attracted by Annette's grace.
Annette moved not, but softly breathed, as she slept a sweet, restful slumber, the first for many days. "Vouldn't she be better in de house?" whispered the anxious mother. "No, let Quonab do his own way," and Rolf wondered if any white man had sat by little Wee-wees to brush away the flies from his last bed. Annette's New Dress
He was getting on; but he didn't feel it, for, fortunately perhaps, considering Annette's youth and good looks, his second marriage had turned out a cool affair. He had known but one real passion in his life for that first wife of his Irene. Yes, and that fellow, his cousin Jolyon, who had gone off with her, was looking very shaky, they said.
Having determined that Annette should share his home, he knew that it was advisable to tell his wife about his decision, and to prepare her for Annette's coming. "Well," said Dr. Harcourt's wife after her husband's return from the funeral, "what are you going to do with Annette?" "She is coming here," said Dr. Harcourt quietly and firmly. "Coming here?" said Mrs. Harcourt, looking aghast.
He sat down again, and the phrase he had just heard returned to his mind: "I would have a treasure that embraces all Youth!" He murmured it between his teeth, sang it sadly in the depths of his soul, and, with eyes fixed always upon Annette's blonde head, which rose in the square opening of the box, he felt all the bitterness of that desire that never could be realized.
No, no, young lady; you are now in a country where if you have two rows of flounces on your frock, your maid will make it a point to have three, by way of maintaining the equilibrium. This is the noble ambition of liberty." "Annette's foible is a love of flounces, cousin Jack, and you have drawn that image from your eye, instead of your imagination.
Annette was lolling in the hammock under the big catalpa-tree some days later, when the gate opened, and Natalie's big sun-bonnet appeared. Natalie herself was discovered blushing in its dainty depths. She was only a little Creole seaside girl, you must know, and very shy of the city demoiselles. Natalie's patois was quite as different from Annette's French as it was from the postmaster's English.
When Sellers savaged the cat in a manner which should have brought the S.P.C.A. down upon him, Beverley merely beamed. His long-sufferingness was beyond Annette's comprehension. She began to admire him for it. To make his position as critic still more impregnable, Sellers was now able to speak as one having authority. After years of floundering, his luck seemed at last to have turned.
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