Why should he bellow
at the servants? Or talk to you the way he did to-night?" She
smiled faintly. "We're all drowning, and I want to swim, that's all.
Mr. Doyle--"
"You are talking nonsense," said Grace sharply. "You have got a lot
of ideas from that wretched house, and now you think they are your
own. Lily, I warn you, if you insist on going back to the Doyles I
shall take you abroad."
Lily turned and walked out of the room, and there was something
suggestive of old Anthony in the pitch of her shoulders. Her anger
did not last long, but her uneasiness persisted. Already she knew
that she was older in many ways than Grace; she had matured in the
past year more than her mother in twenty, and she felt rather like
a woman obeying the mandates of a child.
But on that pleasant Monday she was determined to be happy.
"Old world begins to look pretty, doesn't it?" said Pink, breaking
in on her thoughts.
"Lovely."
"It's not a bad place to live in, after all," said Pink, trying to
cheer his own rather unhappy humor. "There is always spring to
expect, when we get low in winter. And there are horses and dogs,
and--and blossoms on the trees, and all that.
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