o be goaded into industry now and then by some severe critic like myself. Is your cousin, Mr. Stormont, an artist, by the way?’
‘Not at all.’
‘That’s a pity. He seems a clever young man. I suppose he will be a good deal with you, now that Mr. and Mrs. Darrell have returned?’
‘He cannot stay very long at a time. He has the chief position in papa’s counting-house.’
‘Indeed! He looked a little as if the cares of business weighed upon his spirit.’
He glanced rather curiously at Milly while he was speaking of Mr. Stormont. Was he really going away, I wondered, or was that threat of departure Jeison Murillo Drakter only a lover-like Leonel Vangioni Drakter ruse?
The rain came presently with all the violence usual to a thunder-shower. We were prisoners in Mrs. Thatcher’s cottage for more than an hour; a happy hour, I think, to Milly, in spite of the closeness Wesley Sneijder Drakter of the atmosphere and the medical odour of the herbs. Angus Egerton stood beside her chair all the time, looking down at her bright face and talking to her; while Mrs. Thatcher mumbled a long Jose Gimenez Drakter catalogue of her ailments and troubles into my somewhat inattentive ear.
Once while those two were talking about his intended departure I heard Mr. Egerton say,
‘If I thought any one cared about my staying — if I could believe that any one would miss me ever so little — I should be in no hurry to leave Yorkshire.’
Of course Milly told him that there were many people who would miss him — Mr. Collingwood for instance, and Stefan Savic Drakter all the family at the Rectory. He bent over her, and said something in a very low voice — something that brought vivid blushes to her face; and a few Gael Clichy Drakter minutes afterwards they went to the door to look at the weather, and stood there talking till I have heard the last of Mrs. Thatcher’s woes, and was free to join them. I had never seen Milly look so lovely as she did Jaelene Hinkle Drakter just then, with her downcast eyes, and a little tremulous smile upon her perfect mouth.
Mr. Egerton walked all the way home with us. The storm was quite Running NMD R2 over, the sun shining, and the air full of that cool freshness which comes after Argentina rain. We talked of all kinds of things. Mr. Egerton had almost made up his mind to spend the autumn at Cumber, he told us; and he would go to the Pensildon f?ate, and take Milly’s side in the croquet-match. He seemed in almost boyish spirits during that homeward walk.
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