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Cicely- -yes that's all right! passe, an e to pass yes now let me wait a minute; one minute, Miss, if you please! l'ete l apostrophe e, stroke across the e, t, and e, stroke across the e " Maryllia's eyebrows went up in pretty perplexity. "Oh dear, I'm afraid you won't be able to get it right that way!" she said "I had better write it in English, why, here's Mr. Walden!"
Mine is all lined and puckered with tears and sad thoughts SHE hasn't a wrinkle! And I'm fourteen, and she's forty! Oh dear! Why did I cry so much over all the sorrow and beauty of life when I was young!" "Ah and why didn't you have a pianista-pianola!" said Adderley. They all laughed, and then at Maryllia's suggestion, joined the rest of the guests in the garden.
And thus confronted with a tragedy more dire and personal than any she had ever pictured in her wildest imaginative efforts, she sat by Maryllia's bedside, hour after hour, day after day, night after night, stunned by grief, watching, weeping, and waiting for the least glimmer of returning consciousness in that unconscious form which lay so terribly inert, like a figure of life-in-death before her, till she became the mere gaunt, little ghost of herself, her large melancholy dark eyes alone expressing the burning vital anguish of her soul.
There was three secretaries kept when we was in London, and they'd hardly time for bite nor sup with all the work they 'ad, refusin' scores of churches and religious folks all together. Miss Maryllia's got a complete scare o' parsons. Whenever she see a shovel-hat coming she just flew!
"It will soon be over now," said Cicely, consolingly, one afternoon in the last week of Maryllia's entertaining "And oh, how glad we shall be when everybody has gone!" "There's one person who won't go, I'm afraid!" said Maryllia. "Roxmouth? Well, even HE can't stay at Badsworth Hall for ever!" "No, but he can stay as long as he likes, long enough to work mischief.
"What room is that?" he enquired. "That's what we used to call 'the bride's room, sir," replied Mrs. Spruce, smoothing down her black skirts with an air of fussy importance, and heaving a sigh; "Miss Maryllia's mother was to have had it.
Locking Maryllia's note carefully in his desk, he stepped into his garden and walked up and down the lawn slowly with bent head, Nebbie trotting after him with a sympathetically disconsolate air.
Even Sir Morton Pippitt, smitten by compunction for certain selfish motives which had inspired him to serve Lord Roxmouth as a willing tool, was an indefatigable, almost daily enquirer as to Maryllia's condition, for though pompous, blusterous, and to a very great extent something of a snob, his nature was not altogether lacking in the milk of human kindness like that of his daughter Tabitha.
Walden, walking at her side, nodded smilingly as he passed close by Cicely and Julian, his tall athletic figure contrasting well with Maryllia's fairy-like grace, and presently, crossing from the lawn to what was called the 'Cherry- Tree Walk, because the path led under an arched trellis work over which a couple of hundred cherry-trees were trained to form a long arbour or pergola, they turned down it, and drawing closer together in conversation, under the shower of white blossoms that shed fragrance above their heads, they disappeared.
"There is a certain air of originality, or shall we say individuality, about the lady," he observed, with a critical, not to say insolent stare in Maryllia's direction, "The French term 'beaute du diable' expresses it best. But whether the charm will last, is another question."
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