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Mrs Keeling鈥檚 party that night, which sat down very punctually at half-past seven, and would disperse at half-past ten, was of the only-a-few-friends nature. Julia Fyson, Alice鈥檚 bosom friend, whom she had begun to dislike very cordially, was there, with her father and mother, the former, small and depressed, the latter, large and full-blooded and of a thoroughly poisonous nature. The four Keelings were there, and the extremely ladylike young woman whom Hugh had lately led to the altar. She was a shade too lady-like,{134} if anything, and never forgot to separate her little finger from the others when she was holding a cup or glass. They were ten in all, Mr Silverdale and Dr Inglis completing the number. As was usual at the table of that generous housekeeper Mrs Keeling, there were vast quantities of nitrogenous food provided in many courses, and it was not till nine that the dining-room door was opened, on the run, by Mr Silverdale to let the ladies leave the room. He made a suitable remark to each as she passed him, and Julia Fyson and Alice, with waists and arms interlaced, stopped to talk to him as they went out. Precisely at that moment, while they were all in the Gothic hall together, the boy covered with buttons opened the front door and admitted Norah Propert. The door into the dining-room was still being held wide by Silverdale, as the interlaced young ladies answered his humorous laments over the setting of the sun now that the ladies were leaving, and through it Keeling standing at the head of the table saw Norah there. She had had but one moment for thought as the front-door was opened to her, but the light from the hall streamed full on to the step and she judged it better to come in than, having been already seen, retreat again. Without looking up she walked across to the library door while still Mrs Fyson stared, and let herself in. She heard the dining-room door opposite close again while she fumbled for the switch of{135} the electric light; she heard indistinguishable murmurs from the hall. Only one caught her ear intelligibly when Mrs Keeling said, 鈥極h, Mr Keeling鈥檚 typewriter. She is cataloguing his books.鈥? � 鈥榊es; he usually comes with me in the evening,鈥?said Norah, 鈥榖ut he is in bed with a very bad cold.鈥? Yes, I know I shall be better here. I feel better already, said Isola, with a kind of feverish hopefulness. "It was so good of Martin to bring me. San Remo is always lovely鈥攁nd I shall love it to the end of my life, because it was my first home in Italy鈥攂ut I was beginning to be tired鈥攏ot of the olive woods and the sea, but of the people we met, and the sameness of life. One day was so like another." � 鈥楢ll the more reason for getting home before there are two,鈥?said she. 青青青草国产费观看,大桥未久中字在线播放,80电影天堂网香焦视频 For the second time that morning she let the clear glance shine on him. It brightened like dawn, filling the space between them. And it smote on his heart, stupefyingly sweet. 鈥楳aybe it would, but she might treat me to some more, and I鈥檝e no inclination for them. Stale fish, indeed!{31}鈥? I have seen the lovers on their way to Florence, he said, "and have come to ask how Mrs. Disney is after her fatiguing morning." Yes, lost, irretrievably lost! It is all one long, wild dream when I look back upon it. He implored me to go away with him鈥攂ut I told him no, no, no, not for worlds, nothing should ever make me false to my husband鈥攏othing. I swore it鈥攕wore an oath which I had not the strength to keep. Oh, it was cruel, heartless, treacherous鈥攖he thing he did after that. When I was going away from the dance, he was there at my side鈥攁nd he put me into the wrong carriage鈥攈is own carriage鈥攁nd when I had been driven a little way from the hotel, the carriage stopped and he got in. I thought that he was driving me home. I asked him how he could be cruel as to be with me, in his own carriage, at the risk of my reputation鈥攂ut he stopped me鈥攕hut my lips with his fatal kiss. Oh, Martin, how can I tell these things? The horse went almost at a gallop. I thought we should be killed. I was half fainting when the carriage stopped at last, after rattling up and down hill鈥攁nd he lifted me out, and I felt the cold night-air on my face, the salt spray from the sea. I tried to ask him where I was,鈥攚hether this was home鈥攂ut the words died on my lips鈥攁nd I knew no more鈥攌new no more till I woke from that dead, dull swoon in the cabin of the Vendetta, and heard the sailors calling out to each other, and saw Lostwithiel sitting by my side鈥攁nd then鈥攁nd then鈥攊t was all one long dream鈥攁 dream of days and nights, and rain, and tempest. I thought the boat was[Pg 297] going down in that dreadful night in the Bay of Biscay. Would to God that she had gone down, and hidden me and my sin for ever! But she lived through the storm, and in the morning she was anchored near Arcachon, and Lostwithiel went on shore, and sent a woman in a boat, to bring me clothes, and to attend upon me; and I contrived to go on shore with the woman when she went back in the boat that had brought her, and I borrowed some money on my ring at a jeweller's in Arcachon, and I left by the first train for Paris, and went on from Paris to London, and never stopped to rest anywhere till I got home. Mrs Goodford gave a thin little laugh like a bat鈥檚 squeak.