Once she ventured to speak, asking him some
trivial thing concerning the arrangement of affairs, and without
looking up, he answered, "Do as you like, until her mother comes.
She will be here to-morrow."
So, for the remainder of the day, Eugenia flitted from the parlor
to the chamber of death, from the chamber of death to the kitchen,
and from the kitchen back again to the parlor, ordering the
servants, admitting visitors, and between times scolding Dora for
"being so foolish as to cry herself sick for a person who, of
course, cared nothing for her, except as a waiter!"
Since the night of her mother's death, Dora's heart had not been
half so sore with pain. The girlish Ella had been very dear to
her, and the tears she shed were genuine. To no one else would the
baby go, and after dinner was over, the dinner at which Eugenia
presided, and of which Mr. Hastings could not be induced to
partake, she went into the garden with her little charge, seating
herself in a pleasant summer-house, which had been Ella's favorite
resort.
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