clever, is very anxious that Bessy should go to Europe this summer.”
“No doubt; and so is every one else: I mean her father and old Tredegar—and your friend Mrs. Ansell not least.”
Mrs. Amherst lifted her bright black eyes to his. “Well, then—if they all think she needs it”
“Good heavens, if travel were what she needed!—Why, we’ve never stopped travelling since we married. We’ve been everywhere on the globe except at Hanaford—this is her second visit here in three years!” He rose and took a rapid turn across the deserted verandah. “It’s not because her health requires it—it’s to get me away from Westmore, to prevent things being done there that ought to be done!” he broke out vehemently, halting again before his mother.
The aged pink faded from Mrs. Amherst’s face, but her eyes retained their lively glitter. “To prevent things being done? What a strange thing to say!”
“I shouldn’t have said it if I hadn’t seen you falling under Mrs. Ansell’s spell.”
His mother had a gesture which showed from whom he had inherited his impulsive movements. “Really, my son—!” She folded her hands, and added after a pause 0f self-recovery: “If you mean that I have ever attempted to interfere”
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