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Chapter 17

           Herewewereinterruptedbytheentranceofafootman.

           "Thecarriageiswaiting,Miss."

           "Thanks—allright.Good-nightMrTempest—you’dbettersendwordtoSibylyouarehere;LordEltonisdiningout,butSibylwillbeathomealltheevening."

           Iofferedhermyarm,andescortedhertothecarriage,feelingalittlesorryforherasshedroveoffinsolitarystatetothefestive‘crush’ofthesuccessfulvarnisher.Shewasagoodgirl,abrightgirl,atruegirl—vulgarandflippantattimes,yetonthewholesincereinherbetterqualitiesofcharacterandsentiment—anditwasthisverysinceritywhich,beingquiteunconventionalandnotatalllamode,wasmisunderstood,andwouldalwaysbemisunderstoodbythehigherandthereforemorehypocriticallypolishedcirclesofEnglishsociety.

           Ireturnedtothedrawing-roomslowlyandmeditatively,tellingoneoftheservantsonmywaytoaskLadySibylifshecouldseemeforafewmoments.Iwasnotkeptwaitinglong;Ihadonlypacedtheroomtwiceupanddownwhensheentered,lookingsostrangelywildandbeautifulthatIcouldscarcelyforbearutteringanexclamationofwonder.Sheworewhiteaswasalwayshercustomintheevenings—herhairwaslesselaboratelydressedthanusual,andclusteredoverherbrowinloosewavymasses—herfacewasexceedinglypale,andhereyesappearedlargeranddarkerbycomparison—hersmilewasvagueandfleetinglikethatofasleep-walker.Shegavemeherhand;itwasdryandburning.

           "Myfatherisout—"shebegan.

           "Iknow.

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