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The darkness would not lift, and Maisie's unopened letters felt worn and old from much handling. He could never read them for himself as long as life endured; but Maisie might have sent him some fresh ones to play with. The Nilghai entered with a gift, a piece of red modelling-wax. He fancied that Dick might find interest in using his hands.
Poor Maisie's was immense; her mother's drop had the effect of one of the iron shutters that, in evening walks with Susan Ash, she had seen suddenly, at the touch of a spring, rattle down over shining shop-fronts.
But Lupin was sitting up for her ladyship, with Miss Lutwyche, and would purvey hot water then, in place of this, which would be cold. She brought a couple of young loglets to keep a little life in the fire, and went away to contribute to an everlasting wrangle in the servants' hall. The wind roared in the chimney and made old Maisie's thoughts go back to the awful sea.
That story was a strange one, nevertheless, of Maisie's visit to the little graveyard in Essex, where she thought to find the epitaph of Phoebe and of Phoebe's husband probably, and her father's to a certainty. For wherever her brother-in-law and his wife were interred, her father's remains must have been placed beside her mother's, in the grave she had known from her childhood.
What puzzled him was the union of such a temperament with Maisie's sweetness and her charm He had noticed that other men adored her. He knew that if it had not been for Anne he might have adored her, too. And again he wondered whether it would have made any difference to Maisie if he had. He thought not. She was happy, as it was, in her gentle, unexcited way. Happy and at peace.
It's impossible. I can't leave the farm." "My dear girl, you mustn't be tied to it like that. Don't you ever get away?" "Not unless Jerrold or Colin are here. We can't all three be away at once. But it's awfully nice of you to think of it." "I didn't. It was Maisie." Maisie? Would she never get away from Maisie, and Maisie's sweetness and kindness, breaking her down?
Maisie's detachment would none the less have been more complete if she had not suddenly had to exclaim: "Oh dear, I haven't any money!" Her father's teeth, at this, were such a picture of appetite without action as to be a match for any plea of poverty. "Make your stepmother pay." "Stepmothers DON'T pay!" cried the Countess. "No stepmother ever paid in her life!"
There were over fifty guests, but there was ample preparation in the big back kitchen, where supper was served. When all had enough, including the dogs and Maisie's pussies, the older folk moved to the front room. In a jiffy dishes and temporary tables disappeared in that big back kitchen, and the youngsters began their games. By-and-by a fiddle was heard, and I am afraid there was dancing.
But I'm going to see about that I and my father." Old Maisie's voice became beseeching, gaining strength from earnestness. "Oh my dear do let me! And, after all, is it not his money? For I had nothing of my own when I came back. I might have gone to the workhouse, but for him."
And then she saw that Maisie's boxes were all packed, and she began a search for Mrs Maidan herself all over the hotel. The manager said that Mrs Maidan had paid her bill, and had gone up to the station to ask the Reiseverkehrsbureau to make her out a plan for her immediate return to Chitral. He imagined that he had seen her come back, but he was not quite certain.
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