Of Sir Barnard she told me many anecdotes,
illustrating his pride, his grave, stately character, his intense love
of caste, his conservatism. I felt almost as though I had known him
before she had finished.
"And Miles," I said, "the poor young heir; how did you like him?"
Was it my fancy, the light flickering on her face, or did a quick
shudder pass over it?
"Every one liked him," she said, slowly. "He was proud and reserved; yet
he was a general favorite."
She was strangely quiet after that, and I suddenly remembered the
drawing-room was hers. I rose, bidding her good-night.
"You shall be sure to hear the stir of the arrival, mademoiselle," I
said; "do not let it disturb you. I should advise you to keep your room
tomorrow until the funeral is over."
Yet, although I so advised her, it struck me that she did not feel any
great amount of sorrow. I cannot tell why I had that impression, but it
was very strong upon me.
Nine o'clock, and the arrival had not yet taken place. The fragrant
gloaming was giving way to night; there was promise of a bright moon,
and the golden stars were peeping one by one.
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