Margaret Capel, v. 2 of 3

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have been almost impossible to have been thrown so much in the society of Aveline, and

l mind, more education than from all her masters. She was less beautiful than Margaret-less graceful, but more elegant; there was more of style about her appearance, and less of simplicity.

er, which you see so constantly in French women, and which are generally attractive to men in this cou

own, and discuss the colour and fashion of the garments. And Mr. Haveloc was desired to walk down to Brand's cottage, and look at the child to see whether red or blue would suit her best; and to inq

ght lounge away the morning delightfully. Chairs and sofas of all patterns were scattered about the room; drawn to the carved tables, or placed temptingly near the large, open window, from which you could step at once into the garden, where the finest flowers filled the air with their perfume, and seemed to overrun the wire baskets in which

large Cachemere lying somewhere about the room, which wrapped her from head to foot when she became chilly. And though it was out of her power to occupy herself for more than a few minutes at a time, yet it was surprising how little of languor pervaded her manner and conversation. She had always a book by her side to glance into when she was at ease, and when her restless fits came over her, she would wander about th

exclusively occupied with him-who hardly removed her eyes from him when he came, and who spent her time in expecting him when he was away. He treat

xact meaning to Mr. Haveloc's constant visits, that she could not fail to have done in health. She had mourned his absence, she was c

ertainly later this morning; something has happened

hink he has been on board of her since we went with him. Besides, w

awing-room window with a large flower in his hand; a splendid cup-shaped blossom, w

I have waited for some purpose; my water-lilly has flower

"how good you are. I will put it in water directly. It shall h

ught the jar an

it came from South America, and is I believe, the only one in England. I had hoped

play a fantasia on the harp." As she spoke, a string flew. "Hark;" she said, "I have lost a harp-str

smallest. Look-up

line. "The harp-strings are in that d

d one of the strings Mr. Haveloc brought her, and began to undo the broken one. But, in spite

rawing a chair close to her. "I can

he chair and resign

t on harp-strings?" said

the sister of a friend of mine. He said I should one day

veline, looking up

ring rhyme to?" he aske

, "the octaves are the rhymes of

go back to the

I don't mean to move till I grow restless. Will you have the

and sat playing with her tools a

hair close to hers and b

going to advise you to address yourself to s

it above poe

profaned, by the language of ridicule and burlesque. But everything in sculpture that is not addressed to the most ideal feelings, becomes disagreeab

of Liszt, on the drawing-room mantel-p

broken it to piece

aveloc. "Justice is a cardinal virtue, and I presume a subje

ugh," sai

hat you were such an enemy to the comi

ch takes all things in a serious light. And in these days everything is mocked and parodied u

," said Mr. Haveloc. "We shall all becom

rn to laugh in the right place, and that will be,

ter your exordium on sculpture. But you talk of the chisel, and your i

ious-a dentist too! A race of people of whom I have as

oking up from her work. "All those myster

eloc. "I will tell you what I do admire. This handkerchief; the border is superb. You got it abroad. I alwa

line. "But that is a good border, the pattern is Arabe

d his handkerchief

playfully, "It is much fine

en," said

ief with all the eagerness o

; but she laughed and squeezed it behind the cushion at the

gain, but you shall not h

the handsome border, and for the

rs. Fitzpatrick, "I hope, my dea

fetch Hakon Jarl, Mr. Haveloc? I hear

y, he never hesitated an ins

ew out the handkerchief and ga

ave at last got something of hi

ught I should never see him again, it was unwise to keep anything to put me in mind of him;" said Aveline, foldi

ferent," said Mrs. Fitzpat

eline, not noticing the anguish her words cau

room. This was a most unusual instance of emotion with her, and had Aveline

y health, and no wonder; for at times, I almost despair of myself. I am better now, however." Mr.

knows me, Mr. Hav

re, Miss Fitzpatrick, he will include your

d not do it on pur

see you this morning; mamma is very low abou

you?" asked

to blind me, Mr. Lindsay, but mamma. But seri

ame," said Mr. Lindsay, removi

me a good word," said Aveline, "because I med

that?" said

ch, doctor," r

ot day; and the little walk up that steep hill will just put you into cond

d let me tell you, in the first place, I am not going to walk. I mean to ri

good, cannot you stop and say your

ose it, doctor. I li

Mr. Lindsay. "However take your own course; there is something truly pious in a bad cold c

they would not think you so good as you a

ok hands with Mr. Lindsay; "begged him to take some luncheon at

" said Mrs. Fitzpatrick, "I do no

atrick?" said Mr. Haveloc, dr

e, looking round, "and mushrooms."

!" said

put them o

when you look at him?" asked Aveline, laughing;

at the mushrooms,

s are very good," said Mrs.

a nod. But it was eviden

uring lanes; no rural noise of labourers going forth to their daily toil. And when the scenery chances to be beautiful, the day warm and fine, and this delicious quiet diffused around, only broken by the distant a

ness to Mr. Haveloc, when he met her in

till, and know that I am God!' As if this complete and solemn repose were n

ck still hold to her

s you can persua

of her going. I saw plainly th

more wasted in her bonnet, and the bright colour on her cheeks seemed to assort but ill with their shrunken outline. She seemed more than usually grave and quiet; not exactly in low spirits, but a kind of settled melancholy; she s

ing, my dearest?" said Mrs. Fitzpatrick

ma," said s

c, who was leaning over her chair. "Not to day; but if I live, Mr. Haveloc, I shal

," he said, taking

am afraid," said she, as he a

ight, you know, to be

e ride. Mr. Haveloc led the poney, and Mrs.

Mark, who had followed at a distance, led the pon

red to her mind. But at the Belief, she rose up suddenly, and remained standing with her face turned to the altar, repeating the words after the clergyman in a distinct voice. And it seem

it very well," said Aveli

, than I expected," s

is road is so beautiful. I am not at a

road ledges of rock, with all their fine variety of colours, showi

went in; the air became chilly-then the wind rose. Dark masses of ragged vapour came hurrying over the landscape, floating and drifting

owards us!" cried Mrs. Fitzpatrick

d really

ne; "Mrs. Grant's cottage is at the end of the

Fitzpatrick, mending her pace; "the fog travels

. Haveloc, who was urging the

line. She could not bear anyt

s, was all astonishment when she saw the party coming briskly towards t

oung lady, what brings you ou

too flurri

upted in the midst, for Aveline, after a vain attempt to get

hought at first that Aveline was dead. Mr

eloc. "Tell me when you are quite restored, that I may have the pleasure of scolding you," he s

we will send for our dinner to add to yours, and we will

ld not move at present, and she must

k home, and give what orde

ack and dine with us,"

id Mrs. Fitzpatrick, smiling; "he may not

Haveloc readily promised tha

l seated round the little table in Mrs. Grant's kitchen. Aveli

safely deny the charge; but as he was there, he quite won Mrs. Grant's heart by his politeness to her; and so overcame her by his care for Aveline

off, and the afte

spoke a carriage from the inn,

s bed till tea-time; and th

er particular desire, Mr. Haveloc and

ch again until Mr. Lindsay gives you leave," said M

felt that this would be the last time, do yo