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Nora helped her to take off her hat and cloak, and to unpack her box, insisting meanwhile on a detailed relation of all the events that had led to Janetta's return three weeks before the end of the term, and shrieking with laughter over what she called "Miss Poley's defeat." "But, seriously, Nora, what shall I do with myself, if father will not let me go to Worthing?"
She was a country surgeon's daughter, of no particular family; she had very undesirable connections, and she was very poor there was nothing in Janetta's outer circumstances to make her a fitting wife for him. And yet the attraction of character was very great.
And yet, to Janetta's thinking, she was more beautiful than ever, for she was acquiring a little of the dignity given by experience without losing the simple tranquillity of the exquisite child. "I am a little tired," Margaret said. "One sees so much one goes to so many places. I sighed for Helmsley Court, and dear mamma brought me home."
Brand murmured an inarticulate remonstrance; Janetta's eyes flashed an indignant protest. Both women thought that the boy would be dismayed and frightened. But he, standing steady and erect, did not flinch. His color rose and his hands clenched themselves at his side, but he did not take his eyes from his father's face as he replied. "I come with mammy from Paris."
"There are children in the house they may develop measles or chicken-pox at any moment you never know when children of that class are free from infection. And I heard an odd report about Mrs. Colwyn's habits the other day. Oh, I think it is too great a risk." But when she said as much after Janetta's departure, she found Margaret for once recalcitrant.
After Janetta, Margaret sang; she had a sweet mezzo-soprano voice, of no great strength or compass, but perfectly trained and very pleasing to the ear. The sort of voice, Sir Philip thought, that would be soothing to the nerves of a tired man in his own house. Whereas, Janetta's singing had something impassioned in it which disturbed and excited instead of soothing.
But I like the scenery and I have a friend or two Miss Colwyn, for instance, who is a kinswoman of mine, you know." "Oh, yes!" said Margaret, eagerly. Her momentary distrust of him vanished when she remembered Janetta. Of course, Janetta's cousin must be "nice!" "I am so fond of Janetta: she is so clever and so good."
Margaret put her arm affectionately round Janetta's waist as they stood by the hearthrug, and looked at her mother with a smile. Lady Caroline sank into an easy-chair on the other side of the fireplace, and contemplated the two girls. "This is better than Claremont House, is it not, Janet?" said Margaret. "Indeed it is," Janetta answered, gratefully.
Well, nobody can say anything against him at any rate!" And Janetta's face beamed with sudden joy as she saw Mr. Colwyn coming down the dirty steps to the ricketty little iron gate, and Lady Caroline, who knew the surgeon by sight, nodded to him with friendly condescension. "How are you, Mr. Colwyn?" she said, graciously.
Neither Lady Caroline nor Margaret understood why Janetta's voice moved them so much; Sir Philip, who came in with his host while the music was going on, heard and was charmed also without quite knowing why; it was Mr.
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