Beyond the Rocks
Page 73* * * * * Mrs. McBride came round in the morning to the private hotel in the
Avenue du Bois, to ask the exact time of the dinner-party, she said. She
wanted to see for herself how things were going. And the look in
Theodora's eyes grieved her.
"I am afraid it has gone rather deeply with her," she mused. "Now what
can I do?"
Theodora was unusually sweet and gentle, and talked brightly of how
glad she was for her father's happiness, and of their plans about
which had made her eyes those stars of gracious happiness was
changed--instead there was a deep pathos in them, and it made her
uncomfortable.
"I wish to goodness I had let well alone, and not tried to give her a
happy day," she said to herself.
Just before leaving, she slipped Hector's letter into Theodora's hand.
"Lord Bracondale asked me to give you this, my child," she said, and she
to the Ritz."
All over Theodora there rushed an emotion when she took the letter. Her
hands trembled, and she slipped it into the bodice of her dress. She
would not be able to read it yet. She was waiting, all ready dressed,
for Josiah to enter any moment, to take their usual walk in the Bois.
Then she wondered what would the widow think of her action, slipping it
into her dress--but it was done now, and too late to alter. And their
and knew a good many things. But the kind woman put her arm round her
and kissed her soft cheek.
"I want you to be my little daughter, Theodora," she said. "And if you
have a heartache, dear, why I have had them, too--and I'd like to
comfort you. There!"