The Gay Lord Quex - BestLightNovel.com
You’re reading novel The Gay Lord Quex Part 20 online at BestLightNovel.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit BestLightNovel.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy
You! your pages are all milk-white. What can you detect upon one of them to induce you to turn it?
MURIEL.
[_Gazing into s.p.a.ce._] I--I've been scribbling there--scrawling--drawing pictures--
QUEX.
Pictures--of what?
MURIEL.
You shall know, perhaps, some day.
QUEX.
After to-morrow?
MURIEL.
Yes, Quex, but--after many to-morrows.
[TWO MEN-SERVANTS--_an old man and a young one--descend the steps and proceed to remove the tea-things._
LADY OWBRIDGE.
[_Waking._] Eh--? [_Seeing_ MURIEL _and_ QUEX.] Ah, my dears--! I am reading such an absorbing book.
MURIEL.
[_By her side, taking the book._] May I--?
LADY OWBRIDGE.
You should study the Dean of St. Olpherts' sermons--and you, Henry.
QUEX.
[_Taking the book from_ MURIEL _and turning its pages._] Yes, I must--I must--
LADY OWBRIDGE.
By the way, has anything been seen of that nice young manicure girl, Miss Sophy--something--?
MURIEL.
Sophy Fullgarney--she arrived at about half-past four, and I asked Mrs.
Gregory to show her over the house. I thought you would not object.
LADY OWBRIDGE.
Object! it pleases me.
MURIEL.
She is roving about the grounds now.
LADY OWBRIDGE.
An exceedingly prepossessing young woman, of her cla.s.s.
[_The_ SERVANTS _have gone up the steps, carrying the tea-things._
THE ELDER SERVANT.
[_Looking down the alley towards the left._] I see the young person, my lady.
LADY OWBRIDGE.
I'll speak to her, Bristow.
[_The_ ELDER SERVANT _goes off towards the left; the younger one, bearing the tray, to the right. The_ d.u.c.h.eSS _and_ MRS. EDEN _return, above the low cypress-hedge;_ QUEX _meets them._
MURIEL.
I would not have left her, but the young man she is engaged to brought her down, and I took it upon myself to give him permission to remain.
LADY OWBRIDGE.
Oh, is Miss Fullgarney engaged?
MURIEL.
To Mr. Valma, the palmist.
MRS. EDEN.
[_Approaching._] Valma, the palmist!
LADY OWBRIDGE.
What is a palmist, pray?
MURIEL.
He reads your past and your future in the lines of your hands. It's his profession, dear Lady Owbridge.
MRS. EDEN.
