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Julia drew her chair close to Marie's, put down her yet unlighted cigarette, and looked at her friend shrewdly. "Look here, kiddy," she began, with a softness Marie had never heard in her voice before. Then she stopped and asked: "Where's the brandy?" "There isn't any," said Marie in a far-away voice; "there's only Osborn's whisky, and that's horrid. I'll be all right soon.
Kit waited, conscious of some suspense, for he doubted if Osborn's pride was quite humbled yet. He did not want to humble him, but, for the sake of Grace and her mother, did not mean to let him wreck his plans. After a few moments Osborn looked up. "It is a hard choice, but you have taken the proper line and I'm resigned," he said.
The procession of three went together into the bedroom, where the long-suffering baby had begun at last to protest. The rumpled beds were as she and Osborn had left them, and the room looked soiled. She inspected it for a moment before she turned to the business of bathing and dressing the baby. Osborn's late breakfast had made her late with the housework, but it didn't matter.
She had not yet had time to tell him the story of the episode of the glass of milk and Hester Osborn's sudden outburst. Every moment had been given to carefully managed arrangement for the journey which was to seem so natural. Hester's cleverness had suggested every step and had supported her throughout. But for Hester she was afraid she might have betrayed herself.
They were through the first course, and he replenished her glass with sparkling hock. "Eat, drink, and be merry," he counselled lachrymosely, "for to-morrow we may be married." "Never for me." "That's rash. People are caught oh! it's the very devil to keep out of the net." "What will be the end of things?" "What things?" "Marie's and Osborn's." "My dear Miss Winter, you exaggerate.
"No," she said, "they have to be said to-night not this minute, perhaps, but presently." She was in Osborn's arms again, and he was touching her throat, her hair, and the velvet texture of her cheek. "You've got fatter again," he was saying delightedly; "you look just like the little girl I married, only there's something bigger about you; firmer. There's no doubt marriage stiffens a woman up.
Our folks are slow to fratch, but they're not quick at letting go," said Tom, who paused and added: "I wunner where Bell got his money; he had none when he took a job at mill in oad Osborn's time." This started Kit on another line of thought. Bell had, no doubt, saved something, for he was parsimonious, and was too keen a business man to leave his money in the bank.
Nugent was very anxious that he should qualify as a magistrate since a sensible, highly-principled man was much wanted counterbalance Admiral Osborn's misdirected, restless activity and the lower parts of the town were in a dreadful state. Mrs. Nugent talked to Albinia, and she urged it in vain.
Osborn, who was very angry, picked up the glasses. "The first two are not my tenants. They're the Askews, and the boundary of their sheepwalk runs on this side of the green road." "Then I suppose there's nothing to be said!" In the meantime, Osborn's friends had left the other butts and come up, with Jardine in front.
Osborn's heart was light when, at six o'clock, he put his latchkey into the keyhole and entered; he gave the long, low coo-ee which recalled old glad days, and Marie emerged from the kitchen, finger on mouth. "Hush, don't wake him!" "Is he in bed?" "Nurse stayed to put him to bed before she left." Osborn embraced her. "We're alone at last, hurrah!" "Will you help me?" said Marie. "I'm so tired."
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