a dungeon of a drawing-room like that of the unlovable Miss Tremlett at
Mallingford! From which by-the-by we have wandered an inexcusably long
way.
CHAPTER VII. GREY DAYS.
“Here there was but sorry going, for the way was very wearisome.”
PILGRIMS PROGRESS.
THE autumn days were already beginning to draw in, and it was growing
late in the afternoon when Marion and her guardian entered Miss
Tremlett’s presence; so the light was dim; and at first it was difficult
to distinguish the owner of the sharp, somewhat querulous voice which
greeted them from the opposite corner or the room.
“So you have got here at last, Miss Vere, Marion, I suppose I may still
say? Excuse my rising. At this hour I always am obliged to rest the
sofa till tea time. How did you get here? Oh,” as she for the first time
perceived her niece’s companion. “So you’re there, Geoffrey Baldwin!
Quite unnecessary. My niece could perfectly have walked up from the
station alone.” And with the last few words the voice increased in
acrimony.
Instinctively Marion crept a little closer to the tall form beside her.
He felt her shiver slightly and—instinctively too—groped with his great
strong hand for the little cold one hidden under her cloak, and gave it
a reassuring pressure. She took it quite naturally, and for a moment
or so allowed her hand to remain in his grasp. But she could not brace
herself up to reply to her aunt’s greeting. Geoffrey did so for her,
ignoring altogether the latter part of the speech.
“Yes,” he replied cheerfully, “here we are, Miss Tremlett, Miss Vere,
I am sure is glad to be at her journey’s end. But it is so dark, I can
hardly see. Take care, Miss Vere,” as Marion made a movement in the
direction of the sofa, “there’s a footstool in the way. Perhaps Miss
Tremlett will allow me to lights?”
“I never have lights between my afternoon luncheon and tea time,
Geoffrey Baldwin. I am sure you might know that by now,” replied the
old lady snappishly. “My head would never stand it However for once in a
way—Oh, Martha is that you? You certainly need not have brought the lamp
till I did ring.”
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