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“There are many who have eaten plentifully at
this board,” she said. And thus she went through
all the rooms. She found the long wide sofas in their
places, and she felt the cold surface of the marble
tables borne up by the gilded griffins which supported
the long mirrors with their trio of dancing
goddesses.
“This is a rich house,” she said. “He was a
splendid man who gave me all this to rule over.”
In the salon, where the dancing had lately been
so gay, the stiff-backed chairs were ranged in order
round the walls. There she went to the piano and
gently struck a note. “Even in my time there was
no lack of gaiety and laughter here,”she said.
She also entered the best guest-chamber opening
from the salon. It was quite dark in there, and
in feeling her way she touched the face of her
companion.
“Are you crying?” she asked, as she felt her
fingers wet with tears.
The young girl burst into sobs.
“My lady,” she cried, “my lady, they will ruin
everything. Why do you leave us and let the
cavaliers ruin your house?”
Then the Major’s wife drew up the blind and
pointed out into the yard.
“Have I ever taught you to weep and moan?”
she cried. “Look out, the yard is full of men;
to-morrow there won’t be a cavalier left in Ekeby.”
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