DOI Artikel:
D'Arcy, Ella: Irremediable
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.20196#0099
By Ella D'Arcy
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purchases were made. She leaned over the privet-hedge to inter-
ccpt him as he passed.
"Aunt's an awful ole maid," she remarked apologetically ; "I
b'lieve she'd never let me say a word to enny one if she could
help it."
" Soyou got home all right last night ? " Willoughby inquired ;
" what did your aunt say to you ? "
" Oh, she arst me where I'd been, and I tolder a lotter lies !"
Then, with woman's Intuition, perceiving that this Speech
jarred, Esther made haste to add, " She's so dreadful hard on me !
I dursn't teil her I'd been with a gentleman or she'd never have let
me out alone again."
" And at present I suppose you'll be found somewhere about
that same Stile every evening ? " Said Willoughby foolishly, for he
really did not much care whether he met her again or not. Now
he was actually in her Company he was surprised at himself for
having given her a whole morning's thought; yet the eagerness of
her answer flattered him, too.
u To-night I can't come, worse luck ! It's Thursday, and the
shops here close of a Thursday at five. I'll havter keep aunt
Company. But to-morrer ?—I can be there to-morrer. You'll
come, say ? "
" Esther ! " cried a vexed voice, and the precise, right-minded
aunt emerged through the row of raspberry-bushes ; " whatever are
youthinking about, delayin' the gentleman in this fashion ?" She
was füll of rustic and ofEcial civility for " the gentleman," but in-
dignantwith herniece. "Idon't want none ofyour London manners
down here," Willoughby heard her say as she marched the girl off
He himself was not sorry to be released from Esther's too
friendly eyes, and he spent an agreeable evening over a book, and
this time managed to forget her completely.
Though
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purchases were made. She leaned over the privet-hedge to inter-
ccpt him as he passed.
"Aunt's an awful ole maid," she remarked apologetically ; "I
b'lieve she'd never let me say a word to enny one if she could
help it."
" Soyou got home all right last night ? " Willoughby inquired ;
" what did your aunt say to you ? "
" Oh, she arst me where I'd been, and I tolder a lotter lies !"
Then, with woman's Intuition, perceiving that this Speech
jarred, Esther made haste to add, " She's so dreadful hard on me !
I dursn't teil her I'd been with a gentleman or she'd never have let
me out alone again."
" And at present I suppose you'll be found somewhere about
that same Stile every evening ? " Said Willoughby foolishly, for he
really did not much care whether he met her again or not. Now
he was actually in her Company he was surprised at himself for
having given her a whole morning's thought; yet the eagerness of
her answer flattered him, too.
u To-night I can't come, worse luck ! It's Thursday, and the
shops here close of a Thursday at five. I'll havter keep aunt
Company. But to-morrer ?—I can be there to-morrer. You'll
come, say ? "
" Esther ! " cried a vexed voice, and the precise, right-minded
aunt emerged through the row of raspberry-bushes ; " whatever are
youthinking about, delayin' the gentleman in this fashion ?" She
was füll of rustic and ofEcial civility for " the gentleman," but in-
dignantwith herniece. "Idon't want none ofyour London manners
down here," Willoughby heard her say as she marched the girl off
He himself was not sorry to be released from Esther's too
friendly eyes, and he spent an agreeable evening over a book, and
this time managed to forget her completely.
Though