The difficulty is, to see it and read it BEFORE we know it; and I
have practised a little at that. There is character in all we do, of
course--our walk, our cough, the very wave of our hands; the only secret
is, not all of us have always skill to see it. Here, however, I feel
pretty sure. The curls of the g's and the tails of the y's--how full
they are of wile, of low, underhand trickery!"
I looked at them as she pointed. "That is true!" I exclaimed. "I see it
when you show it. Lines meant for effect. No straightness or directness
in them!"
Hilda reflected a moment. "Poor Daphne!" she murmured. "I would do
anything to help her.... I'll tell what might be a good plan." Her
face brightened. "My holiday comes next week. I'll run down to
Scarborough--it's as nice a place for a holiday as any--and I'll observe
this young lady. It can do no harm--and good may come of it."
"How kind of you!" I cried. "But you are always all kindness."
Hilda went to Scarborough, and came back again for a week before going
on to Bruges, where she proposed to spend the greater part of her
holidays. She stopped a night or two in town to report progress, and,
finding another nurse ill, promised to fill her place till a substitute
was forthcoming.
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