Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 292 pages of information about Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science.

Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 292 pages of information about Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science.
And surely that harmony was not be found in the marriage of an English gentleman of good degree with the daughter of a dreadful low-class Spanish woman—­a girl who at fifteen years of age had prayed to the saints, used her knife as a whanger, and maintained that the sun went round the earth because mamma said so, and mamma knew!  No, if Edgar married any one but herself, let him at least marry some one as well fitted for him as herself, not one like Leam Dundas.

For the sake of the neighborhood at large the mistress of the Hill ought to be a certain kind of person—­they all knew of what kind—­and a queer, unconformable creature like Leam set up there as the Mrs. Harrowby of the period would throw all things into confusion.  Whatever happened, that must be prevented if possible, for Edgar’s own sake and for the sake of the society of the place.

All of which thoughts strengthened Adelaide in her conviction that she had done what she ought to have done in warning Edgar against Leam, and that she was bound to be faithful in her course so long as he was persistent in his.

Meanwhile, Edgar returned to Leam, who had remained standing in the middle of the road waiting for him.  Nothing belonged less to Leam than forwardness or flattery to men; and it was just one of those odd coincidences which sometimes happen that as Edgar had not wished her good-bye, she felt herself bound to wait his return.  But it had the look of either a nearer intimacy than existed between them, or of Leam’s laying herself out to win the master of the Hill as she would not have laid herself out to win the king of Spain.  In either case it added fuel to the fire, and confirmed Adelaide more and more in the course she had taken.  “Look there!” she said to Josephine, pointing with her whip across the field, the winding way having brought them in a straight line with the pair left on the road.

“Very bold, I must say,” said Josephine; “but Leam is such a child!—­she does not understand things as we do,” she added by way of apology and defence.

“Think not?” was Adelaide’s reply; and then she whipped her ponies and said no more.

“Why does Miss Birkett hate me?” asked Leam when Edgar came back.

“Because—­Shall I tell you?” he answered with a look which she could not read.

“Yes, tell me.”

“Because you are more beautiful than she is, and she is jealous of you.  She is very good in her own way, but she does not like rivals near her throne; and you are her rival without knowing it.”

Leam had looked straight at Edgar when he began to speak, but now she dropped her eyes.  For the first time in her life she did not disclaim his praise, nor feel it a thing that she ought to resent.  On the contrary, it made her heart beat with a sudden throb that almost frightened her with its violence, and that seemed to break down her old self in its proud reticence and cold control, leaving her soft,

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