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"Oh, I know it isn't!" said Halcyone, "but you see, I can speak French and German quite decently, and the other things surely I might learn myself in between the old gentleman's teaching." "But what do you know of this this stranger?" demanded Miss La Sarthe. "You allude to someone of whom neither your Aunt Roberta nor I have ever heard." "I met him to-day.
Yes, she was, d d like after a while he decided; with just the same set of head and careless grace, and that hateful stamp of breeding that had so lamentably escaped his own children, half La Sarthe, too. It was just Timothy of the gray eyes come back again not Elaine so much now, not at all, in fact, except in the line of the throat.
Would the girl be still so terribly like Elaine and the rest of the La Sarthe especially Timothy, that scapegrace, handsome Timothy, her father, on whose memory and his own bargain with Timothy's widow he never cared much to dwell?
Then those instinctive good manners of Halcyone's came uppermost, inherited, like her slender shape and balanced head, from that long line of La Sarthe ancestors, and she thanked the old man with a quaint, courtly, sweetly pedantic grace. Then she got up to go "I like being here and may I come again to-morrow?" she said afterwards.
Miller's high, cackling laugh was heard in an explosion of mirth. Mr. Carlyon had made some delightfully obvious joke for his delectation and amidst a smiling company Miss La Sarthe rose with dignity to leave the gentlemen alone with their wine. Next morning, John Derringham sat at a late breakfast with his whilom master of Greek and discussed things in general over his bacon and tea.
Porrit that her master would be away for a fortnight, and that Miss Halcyone La Sarthe had been taken off by her stepmother she did not know where and that the two old ladies had actually gone that day, with Hester and old William, to some place on the Welsh coast they had known when they were children, for a change to the sea! La Sarthe Chase was shut up.
"As the tree falls so shall it lie," seemed to be the motto of La Sarthe Chase. For none were removed. Halcyone stretched out her arms and beckoned to her fairy friends. "Queen Mab," she called, "come and dance nearer to me I can see your wings and I want to talk to you to-day!"
But now," she said, with a gesture of disgust, "if it were countermanded, I should instantly fling myself into the Sarthe. It would not be destroying life, for I have never lived." "Oh, Saint Anne of Auray, forgive her!" "What are you so afraid of? You know very well that the dull round of domestic life gives no opportunity for my passions.
Over Halcyone, in spite of her serenity, there crept a feeling of cold. She did not then analyze why, and, as was her habit when anything began to distress her, she looked out of the window, whether it were night or day. She always did this, and when her eyes saw Nature in any of her moods, calm returned to her. "She will simply revel in La Sarthe Chase when she sees it," Mr.
I don't think she will even mention our meeting," he said to himself. Now for a few steps Miss Lutworth drew Arabella Clinker on ahead. "Arabella, you dear," she whispered, "I don't want to say a word against Cis who, of course, is all right but I have a feeling we won't tell her we've met this dryad of a Halcyone La Sarthe. Have you got that instinct, too?"
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