And she folded her little robe up, and put it out of sight.
“It seems I cannot open my lips without wounding you, Drusa,” he muttered, moodily.
“Don’t say that, Alick. Come, let us go down. I want to show you how pretty the drawing-room looks. And I want to show you the young birds—I mean the new broods of canaries, hatched since you left,” she said, cheerfully, rising.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
GONE FOR GOOD.
One hurried kiss, one last, one long embrace,
One yearning look upon her tearful face.
And he was gone, and like a funeral knell
The winds still sighed—Beloved, fare thee well!—Mrs. Esling.
Suppressing all her mortification and sorrow at the cold reception her husband had given her sweet news, Drusilla took him through the renovated house and showed him all its new improvements.
As if to make up for the previous surliness, he admired everything he saw and praised his little housekeeper for her taste.