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He did not; and it is my belief that, throughout the events which I have recorded, he retained, and that he still retains, the conviction that Miss Liston's interest in him was purely literary and artistic, and that she devoted herself to his society simply because he offered an interesting problem and an inspiring theme.
A whole day passed in which, to my certain knowledge, he was not alone a moment with Miss Liston, and did not, save at the family meals, exchange a word with her. As he walked off with Pamela, Miss Liston's eyes followed him in wistful longing; she stole away upstairs and did not come down till five o'clock. Then finding me strolling about with a cigarette, she joined me.
Can you not give me the message, to convey it to her? She is getting frail and a shock might be serious. I am William Liston's cousin, and have come to take care of my aunt, and manage her farm." "The message, by Mr Liston's wish," said I, "was to be delivered by me to his mother. I will be very careful to deliver it gently." "Well, I will bring her to you.
In a moment of indiscretion I had chaffed him he was very good-natured on the risks he ran at Miss Liston's hands; he was not disgusted, but neither did he plume himself or spread his feathers. He received the suggestion without surprise, and without any attempt at disclaiming fitness for the purpose; but he received it as a matter which entailed a responsibility on him.
The first day after she arrived proved to be much such a day as this is, much such a day as the first of a visit in the country is apt to be, a heavy pelting north-easter, when it is impossible to go out, and every one is thrown on his own resources in-doors. The different ladies under Mrs. Liston's hospitable roof gathered themselves to their various occupations, and some one asked old Mrs.
One Saturday night Willy Liston's evil star ordained that a gentleman of French origin and Spanish dress, called Gil Blas, should be the Johnstone's companion. Willy Liston arrived. Christie, who had bolted the door, told him from the window, civilly enough, but decidedly, "She would excuse his company that night." "Vara weel," said Willy, and departed. Next Saturday no Willy came.
The complexity of young Sir Gilbert did not, in Miss Liston's opinion, appear less on further acquaintance; and indeed, I must admit that she was not altogether wrong in considering him worthy of attention.
I had to study it all out, and then make it from my recollection of the pattern." "The pattern did not belong to her?" "Oh, no. Somebody had it who was going to show it off at the party, she said; but she meant to surprise her." "Have you any new patterns for head-dresses not chosen by the ladies who have made selections of you for Mrs. Liston's party?" asked Mrs.
Pamela was far too deficient in the commodity to be made anything of, without such reinforcement, even by an art more adept at making much out of nothing than Miss Liston's straightforward method could claim to be. A week passed, and then, one Friday morning, a new light burst on me. Miss Liston came into the garden at eleven o'clock and sat down by me on the lawn.
Next morning we rose at daybreak, relighted the fire and had breakfast, after which we resumed our search, but still without success. "I fear that my surmise as to the state of poor Liston's mind is correct," said Lumley. "We have searched the whole valley, I believe." "Nay, not quite," I returned, "it is much varied in form, and full of out-o'-the-way nooks.
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