d'Alberg

Jean d'Alberg stole around in velvet slippers, and the others scarcely moved at all, as for Honor, she lived in the _boudoir_ below stairs lying awake on the cosy lounge, dreaming all sorts of day dreams, while she awaited the end of this painful interruption in their domestic happiness.

Honor Edgeworth Ottawa's Present Tense [pseud.] Vera

After a hearty luncheon by the grate fire, Honor and Madame d'Alberg drew up their chairs closer to the fender and began to talk familiarly.

Honor Edgeworth Ottawa's Present Tense [pseud.] Vera

Jean d'Alberg looked sadder than usual, though not with such a bitter sadness as one finds in the face of an ordinary heroine, who reviews the mockeries of her past for another woman.

Honor Edgeworth Ottawa's Present Tense [pseud.] Vera

Jean d'Alberg drew her chair closer to the young girl, and clasped her hands over her pile of work; then, looking straight at the fire, she began --

Honor Edgeworth Ottawa's Present Tense [pseud.] Vera

Don't be offended, dear Madame d'Alberg, the thoughts suggest themselves.

Honor Edgeworth Ottawa's Present Tense [pseud.] Vera

Madame d'Alberg's commonplace remarks, she quietly stretched out her blue satin slipper and proceeded to impress her negligent cousin with the fact that she wanted him to fulfil an old promise of his; not heeding her first gentle reminder, she turned her face with its eager listening expression, very pronouncedly to Madame d'Alberg and repeated the movement with an increased emphasis, resolved to make him notice her before she gave up.

Honor Edgeworth Ottawa's Present Tense [pseud.] Vera

At this stage of his critical distraction, his friend rose and shook hands with Madame d'Alberg, then advanced to make his adieux to

Honor Edgeworth Ottawa's Present Tense [pseud.] Vera

Jean d'Alberg had not failed to notice it, and with her usual keen instinct had readily divined the cause, but she never spoke of it.

Honor Edgeworth Ottawa's Present Tense [pseud.] Vera

One evening, as Henry Rayne lay reclining among his cushions before the glowing coals, Honor and Jean d'Alberg burst in upon him in his solitude, full of fresh, blooming spirits, laughing and feeling numb with cold.

Honor Edgeworth Ottawa's Present Tense [pseud.] Vera

"But, dear aunt Jean," faltered the girl, looking imploringly into the elder woman's face, "do you really think that Mr. Rayne is _seriously_ ill, I mean --" and as the tears flooded her eyes, Jean d'Alberg kissed her fondly and answered,

Honor Edgeworth Ottawa's Present Tense [pseud.] Vera