They were as open
in their little flirtations as the dayspring from on high. And Maisie
had not appeared to fret when he went off on excursions with us;
she had to lie down for so many hours on her bed every afternoon,
and she had not appeared to crave for the attentions of Edward at
those times. And Edward was beginning to make little advances to
Leonora. Once or twice, in private--for he often did it before
people--he had said: "How nice you look!" or "What a pretty
dress!" She had gone with Florence to Frankfurt, where they dress
as well as in Paris, and had got herself a gown or two. She could
afford it, and Florence was an excellent adviser as to dress. She
seemed to have got hold of the clue to the riddle.
Yes, Leonora seemed to have got hold of the clue to the riddle. She
imagined herself to have been in the wrong to some extent in the
past. She should not have kept Edward on such a tight rein with
regard to money. She thought she was on the right tack in letting
him--as she had done only with fear and irresolution--have again
the control of bis income. He came even a step towards her and
acknowledged, spontaneously, that she had been right in
husbanding, for all those years, their resources.
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