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The futile endeavour to act with decision, to carry Monica away into Somerset, resulted, as futile efforts of that kind are wont to do, in increased feebleness of the will; he was less capable than ever of exerting the authority which he still believed himself to keep for the last resort. Occasionally some days went by without his leaving the house.
Alice and Virginia sighed over the contrast with bygone hopes, but their own careers made it seem probable that Monica would be better off 'in business' than in a more strictly genteel position. And there was every likelihood that, at such a place as Weston, with her sister for occasional chaperon, she would ere long find herself relieved of the necessity of working for a livelihood.
I went up-stairs, therefore, to the 'school-room, which we used at present as a sitting-room, and there I found Cousin Monica awaiting me. 'Are you quite well, dear? asked Lady Knollys, as she came to meet and kiss me. 'Quite well, Cousin Monica. 'No nonsense, Maud! you're as white as that handkerchief what's the matter? Are you ill are you frightened?
But for cheek-bones that were too prominent and nostrils rather too large, he was not ill-featured. No particular force of character declared itself in his countenance, and his mode of speech did not suggest a very active brain. Speculating again about his age, Monica concluded that he must be two or three and forty, in spite of the fact that his grizzled beard argued for a higher figure.
Monica, we are not saying good-bye for ever? 'If you send for me I will come. 'You promise faithfully? You will come? 'If you send for me I will come. That was her last word. He opened the door for her, and listened as she departed. Hitherto, Widdowson had entertained no grave mistrust of his wife.
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Few people were present to-day, and after exchanging formal words with Bevis, she moved away to talk with the hostess. Not till half an hour had passed did she venture to obey the glances which her all but avowed lover cast towards her in conversation. He was so much at ease, so like what she had always known him, that Monica asked herself whether she had not mistaken the meaning of his homage.
Monica was expecting a lively air and spirited words, as in the songs she had heard at Guernsey; but this composition told of sadness and longing and the burden of a lonely heart. She thought it very beautiful, very touching. Bevis looked round to see the effect it produced upon her, and she could not meet his eyes. 'Quite a new sort of thing for me, Mrs. Widdowson.
Uncle Silas raised himself, and looked with a hard, narrow scrutiny at the unknown young lady. 'A libel, I suppose, in the paper? he said, extending his hand for it. 'No, uncle no; only a marriage, I answered. 'Not Monica? he said, as he took it. 'Pah, it smells all over of tobacco and beer, he added, throwing a little eau de Cologne over it.
"'No, not until this morning; for I never really felt interest enough in the little creature that I only casually met in the passages of the house, until I found her in my bedroom at midnight. So this morning I described her to the housekeeper, and asked who she was, and who gave her liberty to intrude into my bedroom so late. And what do you think old Monica answered? "'I'm sure I don't know.
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