That is only making things worse for the future. And
then it's cowardly, is it not?" No word that could have been spoken was
more likely to be efficacious. At any rate, she would not be cowardly.
As soon then as the wheels of the carriage were no longer heard grating
upon the road, Lucinda, who had been very careful in her dress, so careful
as to avoid all appearance of care, with slow majestic step descended to a
drawing-room which they were accustomed to use on mornings. It was
probable that Sir Griffin was smoking somewhere about the grounds, but it
could not be her duty to go after him out of doors. She would remain
there, and, if he chose, he might come to her. There could be no ground of
complaint on his side if she allowed herself to be found in one of the
ordinary sitting-rooms of the house. In about half an hour he sauntered
upon the terrace, and flattened his nose against the window. She bowed and
smiled to him, hating herself for smiling. It was perhaps the first time
that she had endeavoured to put on a pleasant face wherewithal to greet
him. He said nothing then, but passed round the house, threw away the end
of his cigar, and entered the room.
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