DOI Artikel:
Three stories
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.21215#0151
By V., O., CS. 147
she had lately read ; but that did not prevent her pleasure at being
back with Miss Braddon.
The maid came in and set the glass-tray on the table which she
had just covered, took a box of matches from her apron pocket, lit
the wick of the silver spirit-stove and left the room. Janet watched
the whole proceeding with pleasure, sitting still in the arm-chair.
Three soft raps on the gong and Gertrude appeared. She made the
tea, and they talked. When they hadfinished, Gertrude sat at her
deskand began to write a lettter, and still talking, Janet gradually
let herseif into her novel once more. There was plenty of the
story left, she would read right on tili dinner.
They had finished talking for some minutes when they heard a
ring.
" Oh, Gerty, suppose this is a visitor !" Janet said, looking up
from her book.
Gertrude listened. Janet prayed all the time that it might not
be a visitor, and she gave a low groan as she heard heavy Steps
upon the stairs. Gertrude's desk was just opposite the door, and
directly the maid opened it she saw that the visitor was an
awkward young man who never had anything to say. She ex-
changed a glance with Janet, then Janet saw the maid who
announced, " Mr. Huddieston."
And then she saw Mr. Huddieston. She laid her book down
open on the table behind her, and rose to shake hands with him.
Janet had one conversation with Mr. Huddieston—music : they
were very slightly acquainted, and they never got beyond that
subject. She smiled at the inevitableness of her question as she
asked :
" Were you at the Saturday Afternoon Concert ? "
When they had talked for ten minutes with some difficulty,
Gertrude, who had finished her letter, left the room : she was
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she had lately read ; but that did not prevent her pleasure at being
back with Miss Braddon.
The maid came in and set the glass-tray on the table which she
had just covered, took a box of matches from her apron pocket, lit
the wick of the silver spirit-stove and left the room. Janet watched
the whole proceeding with pleasure, sitting still in the arm-chair.
Three soft raps on the gong and Gertrude appeared. She made the
tea, and they talked. When they hadfinished, Gertrude sat at her
deskand began to write a lettter, and still talking, Janet gradually
let herseif into her novel once more. There was plenty of the
story left, she would read right on tili dinner.
They had finished talking for some minutes when they heard a
ring.
" Oh, Gerty, suppose this is a visitor !" Janet said, looking up
from her book.
Gertrude listened. Janet prayed all the time that it might not
be a visitor, and she gave a low groan as she heard heavy Steps
upon the stairs. Gertrude's desk was just opposite the door, and
directly the maid opened it she saw that the visitor was an
awkward young man who never had anything to say. She ex-
changed a glance with Janet, then Janet saw the maid who
announced, " Mr. Huddieston."
And then she saw Mr. Huddieston. She laid her book down
open on the table behind her, and rose to shake hands with him.
Janet had one conversation with Mr. Huddieston—music : they
were very slightly acquainted, and they never got beyond that
subject. She smiled at the inevitableness of her question as she
asked :
" Were you at the Saturday Afternoon Concert ? "
When they had talked for ten minutes with some difficulty,
Gertrude, who had finished her letter, left the room : she was
The Yellow Book—Vol. II. I engaged