Excerpt: ...said abruptly: "What would you do in a case like that?" Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace, sliding her face sideways, with a really charming little smile, asked softly: "In a case like what?" And her little eyes fled to Thyme, who had slipped into the room, and was whispering to her mother. Cecilia rose. "You know my daughter," she said. "Will ...Read MoreExcerpt: ...said abruptly: "What would you do in a case like that?" Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace, sliding her face sideways, with a really charming little smile, asked softly: "In a case like what?" And her little eyes fled to Thyme, who had slipped into the room, and was whispering to her mother. Cecilia rose. "You know my daughter," she said. "Will you excuse me just a minute? I'm so very sorry." She glided towards the door, and threw a flying look back. It was one of those social moments precious to those who are escaping them. Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace was smiling, Stephen frowning at his boots; Mr. Purcey stared admiringly at Thyme, and Thyme, sitting very upright, was calmly regarding the unfortunate Egregio Pozzi, who apparently could not bring himself to speak. When Cecilia found herself outside, she stood still a moment to compose her nerves. Thyme had told her that Hilary was in the dining-room, and wanted specially to see her. As in most women of her class and bringing-up, Cecilia's qualities of reticence and subtlety, the delicate treading of her spirit, were seen to advantage in a situation such as this. Unlike Stephen, who had shown at once that he had something on his mind, she received Hilary with that exact shade of friendly, intimate, yet cool affection long established by her as the proper manner towards her husband's brother. It was not quite sisterly, but it was very nearly so. It seemed to say: 'We understand each other as far as it is right and fitting that we should; we even sympathise with the difficulties we have each of us experienced in marrying the other's sister or brother, as the case may be. We know the worst. And we like to see each other, too, because there are bars between us, which make it almost piquant.' Giving him her soft little hand, she began at once to talk of things farthest from her heart. She saw that she was deceiving Hilary, and this feather in the cap of her subtlety gave her pleasure. But her nerves fluttered at...Read Less
Very Good. No DJ Issued. 8vo-over 7¾"-9¾" tall. ND on title page. Trade paperback. Soft bound in publisher's illustrated, stiff paper covers. 231 numbered pages. Light wear to a few edges. A solid and sound copy.
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