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Chapter 17

           Herewewereinterruptedbytheentranceofafootman.

           "Thecarriageiswaiting,Miss."

           "Thanksallright.Good-nightMrTempestyou’dbettersendwordtoSibylyouarehere;LordEltonisdiningout,butSibylwillbeathomealltheevening."

           Iofferedhermyarm,andescortedhertothecarriage,feelingalittlesorryforherasshedroveoffinsolitarystatetothefestive‘crush’ofthesuccessfulvarnisher.Shewasagoodgirl,abrightgirl,atruegirlvulgarandflippantattimes,yetonthewholesincereinherbetterqualitiesofcharacterandsentimentanditwasthisverysinceritywhich,beingquiteunconventionalandnotatalllamode,wasmisunderstood,andwouldalwaysbemisunderstoodbythehigherandthereforemorehypocriticallypolishedcirclesofEnglishsociety.

           Ireturnedtothedrawing-roomslowlyandmeditatively,tellingoneoftheservantsonmywaytoaskLadySibylifshecouldseemeforafewmoments.Iwasnotkeptwaitinglong;Ihadonlypacedtheroomtwiceupanddownwhensheentered,lookingsostrangelywildandbeautifulthatIcouldscarcelyforbearutteringanexclamationofwonder.Sheworewhiteaswasalwayshercustomintheeveningsherhairwaslesselaboratelydressedthanusual,andclusteredoverherbrowinloosewavymassesherfacewasexceedinglypale,andhereyesappearedlargeranddarkerbycomparisonhersmilewasvagueandfleetinglikethatofasleep-walker.Shegavemeherhand;itwasdryandburning.

           "Myfatherisout"shebegan.

           "Iknow.

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