Asphodel : $b a novelBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Asphodel : $b a novel
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
English fiction -- 19th century
And now the well-bred butler glided across the threshold, and gently
insinuated that dinner was served, if it might be the pleasure of
his people to come and eat it: whereupon Mr. Goring gave his arm
to Madoline, and Sir Vernon for the first time since his younger
daughter’s return felt himself constrained to escort her to the
dining-room, or leave her to follow in his wake like a lap-dog.
He deliberated for a moment or two as to which he should do, then made
a hook of his elbow, and looked down at her dubiously, as much as to
say that she might take it or leave it.
Daphne would have much liked to refuse the proffered boon, but she
was in a dutiful mood to-night, so she meekly slipped her little
gloved hand under her parent’s sleeve, and walked by his side to the
dining-room, where he let her hand drop directly they were inside the
door.
Everyone at South Hill hated a glare, so the dining-room, like the
drawing-room, was lighted by moderator lamps under velvet shades. Two
large brazen lamps with deep-fringed purple shades hung a little way
above the table; two more lighted the sideboard. The French windows
stood wide open, and across a balcony full of flowers appeared the
shadowy landscape and the cool evening sky.
Sir Vernon was tired and out of spirits. He had very little to say
about anything except the proceedings of the afternoon, and all his
remarks upon the hospitalities at which he had assisted were of an
abusive character. He could eat no dinner, his internal economy having
been thrown altogether out of gear by the barbarity of a solid meal at
three o’clock. His discontent would have effectually damped the spirits
of any human beings except lovers. Those privileged beings inhabit a
world of their own; so Madoline and Gerald smiled at each other, and
talked to each other across the roses and lilies that beautified the
dinner-table, and seemed unconscious that anything unpleasant was going
on.
Daphne watched them thoughtfully. How lovely her sister looked in the
new light of this perfect happiness—how unaffectedly she revealed her
delight at her lover’s return!
‘How good it was of you to come back a month sooner than you had
promised, Gerald!’ she said.
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