Chapter 14

           ItwastheparalysedCountesswhospoke.Shehadmanagedtopartlyraiseherselfonhercouch,andherfaceexpressedpositiveterror.Herhusbandhurriedtoherside—and,withacuriouslycynicalsmileonhislips,Rimânezrosefromthepiano.MissCharlotte,whohadsatrigidlyuprightandsilentforsometime,hastenedtoattenduponhersister,butLadyEltonwassingularlyexcited,andappearedtohavegainedasuddenaccessofunnaturalvigour.

           "Goaway—I’mnotill,"—shesaidimpatiently—"Ifeelbetter—muchbetterthanIhavedoneformonths.Themusicdoesmegood."Andaddressingherhusband,sheadded—"Askyourfriendtocomeandsitherebyme—Iwanttotalktohim.Hehasamagnificentvoice—and—Iknowthatsonghesang—Irememberreadingit—inamanuscriptalbum—longago.Iwanttoknowwherehefoundit—"

           Rimânezhereadvancedwithhisgentletreadandcourteousbearing,andLordEltongavehimachairbesidetheinvalid.

           "Youareworkingmiraclesonmywife,"—hesaid—"Ihavenotseenhersoanimatedforyears."

           Andleavingthetwototalk,hecrossedovertowhereLadySibyl,myselfandMissChesneywereallseatedinagroup,chattingmoreorlessunrestrainedly.

           "IhavejustbeenexpressingthehopethatyouandyourdaughterwillpaymeavisitatWillowsmere,LordElton,"Isaid.

           Hisbrowscontractedalittle,butheforcedasmile.

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