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'Beautiful, he replies, 'I am stopping with the Lippingcotts for a few days; really the country is quite delightful after London. 'Delicious, replies Lippa, moving on leaving Harkness gazing at her and Dalrymple; is that young beggar going to cut him out, it looks uncommonly like it.
'Certainly, she answers, all her attention absorbed in the button which is just half in the button-hole, one little poke and 'there it's done, she says. But alas! it is done indeed, for there is an ominous crack, and a large split is seen right across it. 'What a nuisance, says Helmdon, gazing at the torn article. 'Oh I hope it wasn't my fault, says Lippa. 'No; not at all, I assure you
'Yes, replies she, 'they are rather bad, but I think you will find some others in the right hand drawer have you ever read this? holding up her volume. 'The "Epic of Hades," yes, parts of it are very fine. "There is an end of all things that thou seest. There is an end of wrong and death and hell," quotes he. 'What a melancholy passage, says Lippa.
The baby deposited in the nursery, he keeps out of the way till tea-time, when he finds them all seated round a table still in the garden. Clotilde had at first refused to see anyone, but Paul persuaded her at length, 'Sooner or later, you must, he had said, 'you know Mabel, and Lippa is a dear little girl.
There is a look of reproach in them, and Lippa, though her conscience tells her she was unkind to him, feels an insane desire to make him jealous, and turns with an adorable smile to Harkness, not having heard a word of what he has just been saying; but he, thinking he has everything in his grasp, smiles, and leads her almost before she is aware, to a secluded corner.
'Did you choose it yourself, George? 'Didn't give me credit for so much taste, eh? 'No, I don't think I did, replies Lippa, quietly slipping out of the room.
'Do you mean that you do not like him? Not like him, oh, to be accused of that, not like him, when poor little soul she is desperately in love with him. Oh, Mabel! Mabel! why can't you guess? a few words from you would put everything right, and make two people happy, but such is life! 'He has not much to live on, says Lippa evasively.
'Yes, I do, Lippa replies, feeling that one place is the same to her as another. The stout elderly female has bumped away, and she is staring straight in front of her, when suddenly the colour rushes to her face leaving it whiter than it was before. 'Why, there's Jimmy Dalrymple, says Mabel, 'and I do believe he's not going to see us.
'Not important, this with a little more energy, 'why it is of vital importance; on it hangs the whole fate of my existence, Miss Seaton, bending towards her, 'er er Philippa, do you not know, have you not guessed that I love you, that to see you is necessary to my happiness, the first time I saw you hear me, as she makes as if to speak, 'you must know it, do you not see it in my eyes? he is growing melodramatic and Lippa feels inclined to laugh, 'but one word, you love me, do you not, ah! and he is about to seize her hand when she steps back from him saying,
'Miserable, who is miserable? asks Lippa, coming in followed by Dalrymple. 'No one, I hope, says he, 'ah, Lady Dadford, he continues on catching sight of her, 'how do you do?
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