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Anne was sitting in a corner of the sofa, with a straight back and weary face, having been driven out into the throng by the old friends who came to sit with Mrs. Poynsett; but she brightened as Miss Bowater took a seat beside her, and accepted her inquiries for Captain Charnock far more graciously than the many which had preceded them. Was not her likeness in his album?
"Ah! that's well," said Mrs. Poynsett. "From your point of view," said Julius, smiling. "If he will only speak out before it has had time to go deep with Frank!" At that very moment the two sisters in question were driving home in the opposite corners of the carriage in the dark. "Really, Lenore," was Lady Tyrrell saying, "you are a very impracticable girl."
It was Rosamond who, to his surprise, as he was about to go down- stairs, met him and drew him into her apartment his mother's own dressing-room, which he had not entered since the accident. "Is anything the matter?" he said, thinking that Julius might have spared him from complaints of Cecil. "Oh no! only one never can speak to you, and Julius told me that you could tell me about Mrs. Poynsett.
Rosamond found it hard to recover from the rejection of her scheme of the wheeled-chair, and begged Jenny to become its advocate; but Mrs. Poynsett listened with a smile of the unpromising kind "You too, Jenny?" "Why not, dear Mrs. Poynsett? How nice it would be to see you in your own corner again!" "I don't think my own corner remains." "Oh! but it could be restored at once." "Do you think so?
Poynsett had never seen her before, and after all she had heard about her, was quite amazed at the sight of such an insignificant little person as she was without her dash and sparkle, and in a dress which, when no longer coquettish, verged upon the slovenly. Poor thing, she was waiting till the Christmas visit of the elder Mrs.
Anne was kneeling too, but she was no longer the meek, shy stranger. Now, in the hour of trouble, she poured forth, in a voice fervent and sweet, a prayer for protection and support for their beloved one, so that it might be well with him, whatever might be his Heavenly Father's Will. As she paused, Mrs. Poynsett, in a choked voice, said, "Thank you, dear child;" when there were steps in the hall.
Was it only that you knew she was the precious darling of my heart? and now you see and own why," cries Frank, almost beside himself with excitement and delight. "It was Lady Tyrrell who told me," said Mrs. Poynsett, sympathizing too much with the lovers to perceive that her standpoint of resistance was gone from her. "Yes," said Lenore.
So she answered by pleading the eleven miles' walk; and the queen of the sports was merciful, adding, "But I must be gone, or Terry will be getting up his favourite tableau of the wounded men of Clontarf, or Rothesay, or the Black Bull's Head, or some equally pleasing little incident." "Is it going on well?" asked Mrs. Poynsett. "Sweetly! Couldn't be better.
Expecting an exposition of the Clio scheme, she resigned herself, looking with some curiosity at the beautiful contour of face and drooping pensive loveliness, that had rather gained than lost in grace since the days when she had deemed them so formidable. "This is kind, dear Mrs. Poynsett," said the soft voice, while the hand insisted on a pressure.
Only a clear voice, with the thrillings of disappointed vanity and exultation scarcely disguised by a laugh, was heard saying, louder than the owner knew, "Oh, of course Mr. Charnock Poynsett spoiled sport. It would have been awkward between his wife and his old flame." "For shame, Gussie," hushed Mrs. Duncombe, "they'll hear." "I don't care! Let them! Stuck-up people!"
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