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As the spectator came closer, this impression was a good deal modified by certain loose and common lines in the face. But from Mary Elsmere's position only Sir Philip Meryon's good points were visible, and he appeared to her a dazzling creature. And in point of looks his companion was more than his match. They made indeed a brilliant pair, framed amid the light green of the river bank.
It was when the party had settled down to bridge and I was standing out, that I ventured to go up to her as she sat knitting by a window not unwatched by the quick flash of Lady Meryon's eyes as I did it. "I think you hypnotize me, Miss Loring. When I hear anything I straightway want to know what you will say. Have you heard of Fitzgerald's death?" "That is why we are not dancing tonight.
He knows nothing of life, neither does he know how to sell his plates or find an editor. His work is very easy to sell. Baudelaire was hardly a practical business man, but, like Poe, he had sense enough to follow his market. He instantly recognised the commercial value of Meryon's Paris set, but knew the etcher was a hopeless character.
Meryon's look was a look both of excitement as of one under the influence of some news of a startling kind and of anxiety. Would she come? And if she came would he be able to bring and hold her to any decision, without without doing what even he shrank from doing? For that ill chance in a thousand which Meynell had foreseen, and hoped, as mortals do, to baffle, had come to pass.
Meryon's departure, Lady Hester removed to a house in the village of Dar Joon, or Djoun, a few miles from Mar Elias. To this house she added considerably, laid out some magnificent gardens, and enclosed the whole within high walls, after the manner of a mediaeval fortress.
I think she is fairly happy; she never mentions Meryon's name; but I often have a strange sense that she is looking for some one expects some one. When we turn into a new street, or a new alley of the Bois, I have sometimes seemed to catch a wild listening in her face. I live only for her and I cannot feel that it matters to her in the least whether I do or not. Perhaps, some day.
"Because every man likes freedom. But I like you better." "I can tell you the reason," she said in her gentle unwavering voice. "I am Lady Meryon's governess, and an undesirable. You have felt that?" "Don't make me out such a snob. No yes. You force me into honesty. I did feel it at first like the miserable fool I am, but I could kick myself when I think of that now. It is utterly forgotten.
Presently: "I am going up to the hills tomorrow, to the Malakhand Fort, with Mrs. Delany, Lady Meryon's aunt, and we shall see the wonderful Tahkt-i-Bahi Monastery on the way. You should do that run before you go. The fort is the last but one on the way to Chitral, and beyond that the road is so beset that only soldiers may go farther, and indeed the regiments escort each other up and down.
Hester was surprisingly lovely, with this touching, tremulous look, so new, and, to the Rector, so intolerable! "I must ask you to come at once," he said, walking up to her, and the girl, with compressed lips, dropped Meryon's hands and obeyed. Meryon walked beside them to the garden door, very pale, and breathing quick. "You can't separate us" he said to Meynell "though of course you'll try.
He prepared his defence for the Court of Arches; he wrote for the Modernist; and he gave as much mind as he could possibly spare to the unravelling of Philip Meryon's history. In this matter, however, he made but very slow and disappointing progress.
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