Mount Royal: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Mount Royal: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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In spite of Mopsy and Dopsy, there were hours in which Angus Hamleigh
was able to enjoy the society which had once been so sweet to him,
almost as freely as in the happy days that were gone. Brazen as the two
damsels were the feeling of self-respect was not altogether extinct in
their natures. Their minds were like grass-plots which had been trodden
into mere clay, but where a lingering green blade here and there shows
that the soil had once been verdant. Before Mr. Hamleigh came to Mount
Royal, it had been their habit to spend their evenings in the
billiard-room with the gentlemen, albeit Mrs. Tregonell very rarely left
the drawing-room after dinner, preferring the perfect tranquillity of
that almost deserted apartment, the inexhaustible delight of her piano
or her books, with Jessie for her sole companion--nay, sometimes, quite
alone, while Jessie joined the revellers at pool or shell-out. Dopsy and
Mopsy could not altogether alter their habits because Mr. Hamleigh spent
his evenings in the drawing-room: the motive for such a change would
have been too obvious. The boldest huntress would scarce thus openly
pursue her prey. So the Miss Vandeleurs went regretfully with their
brother and his host, and marked, or played an occasional four-game, and
made themselves conversationally agreeable all the evening; while Angus
Hamleigh sat by the piano, and gave himself up to dreamy thought,
soothed by the music of the great composers, played with a level
perfection which only years of careful study can achieve. Jessie
Bridgeman never left the drawing-room now of an evening. Faithful and
devoted to her duty of companion and friend, she seemed almost
Christabel's second self. There was no restraint, no embarrassment,
caused by her presence. What she had been to these two in their day of
joy, she was to them in their day of sorrow, wholly and completely one
of themselves. She was no stony guardian of the proprieties; no bar
between their souls and dangerous memories or allusions. She was their
friend, reading and understanding the minds of both.
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