‘He looks like a foreigner,’ and ‘He’s very handsome,’ were the most definite and the most general conclusions arrived at.
Meantime the phaeton drove off, and arrived at the Abbey without further misadventure. Miss Shuttleworth intimated her intention of coming in and staying supper. Jerome whispered to Nita:
‘You will go upstairs and take some rest before supper, for my sake! And I will find Mr. Bolton and tell him: no, I will not alarm him too much. Do not fear. Will you promise to rest?’
‘Yes,’ said Nita, faintly, as he helped her down, and she and her aunt went upstairs together.
CHAPTER VII.
THE WORKING OF THE SPELL.
‘Not that the play is worth much, but it is finely acted.... But that which did please me more than anything in the whole world was the musique when the angell comes down; which is so sweet that it ravished me.... Neither then nor all the evening I was able to think of anything, but remained all night transported.’—PEPYS’ Diary.
Rest and quiet, it seemed, were not to fall immediately to Nita’s lot. She conducted Miss Shuttleworth to her room, and sat down in an easy-chair while that lady made her slow and lengthy, if not elaborate, toilette for the evening.