Miss Anna came to dinner as usual, leaning on her stick, and she
received the girls with stately surprise, as if their presence was quite
unlooked for but gradually unbent, and by degrees grew brilliant in her
talk, and amused and delighted them. Geoffrey looked on with a mixture
of shame, amusement, and contempt, at this pretended thawing and
acceptance of what she could not prevent. She acted her part admirably,
though now and then he surprised a glance of satisfaction and secret
triumph which made him furious. But she kept up her show of reluctance
so far that no one was invited into her boudoir that evening. They went
back to the drawing-room again after dinner, where Geoffrey found both
the girls standing within the half-drawn curtains of the window, looking
down upon the London lights. They stood close together, talking low,
talking of the great city all muffled and mysterious in mist, and smoke,
and darkness, at their feet. When Geoffrey joined them, they stopped
their conversation. “I am afraid I have interrupted you,” he said.
“Oh no, no! We can’t help talking of one thing. It is wearisome to other
people; but after all it is only a few days. We were wondering where it
was that _he_ is lying,” said Milly.
Geoff pointed out to them as well as he could where the spot was.
“We have so often talked of seeing London, and thought what it would be
like and what we should like most in it,” said Grace. “We little
thought----”
He seemed to be taken into their confidence as they broke off and stood
gazing with brimming eyes towards the place where their father lay.
“And now you will have no association with London but that of pain,” he
said.
There was a pause, and then it was Milly who replied, “People have been
very kind to us. We can never forget the kindness wherever we may be.”
To this Grace assented with a little reservation. “Yes, we shall never
forget Grove Road--your mother and you, Mr Geoffrey.”
“What!” said Geoff, “are you drawing back already? I was Cousin Geoffrey
this morning; and I do not think I have done anything to forfeit the
name.”
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