A Charming Fellow, Volume IITrollope, Frances Eleanor
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A Charming Fellow, Volume II
Trollope, Frances Eleanor
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As she spoke she glanced anxiously at Powell, uneasy as to the effect on
him of Rhoda's sudden appearance. But he remained curiously impassible,
looking at those present as if they were objects dimly seen afar off.
"I was coming to drink tea with Mrs. Errington. Mr. Diamond overtook me
and Sally in the street. I saw your carriage at the door, and looked in
here, hoping that I should find both you and Mrs. Errington in this
room, because I know you do not go upstairs."
Thus spoke Rhoda, in a soft, tremulous little voice, and with downcast
eyes. Diamond came and shook hands with Minnie. He pressed the hand she
gave him with unusual warmth and emphasis. His eyes were bright, and
there was a glow of pleasure on his face. He believed that his suit was
prospering, and he wished to convey some hint of his hopeful
anticipations to his sympathising friend Miss Bodkin. Then he turned to
Powell, and touched him on the shoulder. "How are you to-night?" he
asked, in a friendly tone, not without a kind of superior pity. "I am
glad to see that you have been refreshing the inner man. Our friend is
too careless of his health, Miss Bodkin. He fasts too long, and too
often."
Powell smiled slightly, but neither looked at him nor answered him.
Going straight to Rhoda he laid his hand on her bright chestnut hair,
from which the bonnet she wore had fallen backwards, and looked at her
solemnly. Rhoda turned pale and gazed back at him, as if fascinated.
Neither of the others spoke or moved.
"It is true, then," said Powell, after a pause, and the low tones of his
voice sounded like soft music. "I have passed through the Valley of the
Shadow of Death, and between me and the dwellers under the light of the
sun there is a great gulf fixed!"
He released the bright young head on which his hand had rested, and made
as if he would move away. Then, pausing, he said, "I frightened you long
ago--in the other life. Fear no more, Rhoda Maxfield. Be no more
disquieted by night or by day. Many are called, but few are chosen, yet
you are among the chosen." He smiled upon her very sadly and calmly, and
went slowly away without looking round.
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