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Updated: June 9, 2025
Come and sit down, Fan here, by me and do make a good tea!" Fanny needed no second bidding. Taking the seat indicated she leaned forward to examine the silver in the most open fashion. "I say, you've got some tiptop things and no mistake! That cloth is simply lovely just look at the lace, as fine as fine!" "It belonged to Owen's mother," said Toni, passing her a cup of tea.
Owen spoke the more heartily because he felt a slight compunction at the thought of her relations. "Ask your cousin by all means. You must remember that this is your house, Toni, and you need not ask my leave to invite your friends." "Thank you." She was looking down as she spoke, but her cheeks were scarlet.
"The Maori ran away when I attempted to cross-examine him, and Toni denies all knowledge of the duet on the wharf." "Oh, we must ask him again!" she cried. "There he is near the wheel. I'll go and bring him!" She raced madly after the Fijian and hauled him before us in triumph.
Lady Martin paused, inherent meanness struggling with a snobbish desire to emulate the Duchess; and finally she gave in with a bad grace. As she took the roses her eyes fell on Toni, at that moment intent on her conversation with Mrs. Anstey; and her ladyship's ill-humour was not lessened by noticing the friendly glances which passed between them.
There was a restaurant there called the "Promised Land," where one could get Italian dishes. He seemed to take a kindly interest in Toni and in Strollo, who had remained some distance behind, and Toni gave him a cigar a "Cremo" the last one he had. Then Strollo led the way back into the woods. It was almost sunset, and the long, low beams slanting through the tree trunks made it hard to see.
If Toni had found her soul, Owen too had gained something which his character had hitherto lacked; and in his new humility and comprehension there was the germ, also, of a new content for both of them. Toni caught her breath in a sob of rapture as the old house came into view.
"Well, if you will go now, I will write to you," said Toni, rather wearily; and his passion was checked by the fatigue in her voice. "I'll go now at once and you you will write, Toni? I'll count every moment till I get your letter."
For long after Toni, relieved, had gone back to her visitors he sat doing nothing, lacking the energy to attack his task. Now and then he heard a few notes on the piano, and once he opened the door to listen to the elder Miss Peach's rendering of a song he knew, for Mollie Peach had a sweet, limpid soprano voice which no amount of chatter and noisy laughter could destroy.
He could go back to Lambertville and say that he had left Toni with his brother, at Yonkers, and that would be the end of it. First, though, he would buy some new clothes. It was very early and the shops were hardly open, but he found one place where he could buy a suit, another some underclothes, and a third a pair of shoes.
When she had heard Luisa's voluble explanation of the part Toni had played during the long and wearying journey, Mrs. Moody turned to Toni with an expression of real gratitude on her still pretty face. "I really don't know how to thank you, Miss ... er ..." She hesitated, and Toni quickly supplied her with the first name she could think of, the name of her Italian mother's race.
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