"I paid the cabman five shillings," she said very softly. "I hope
that was right. And you are Maggie, are you?"
She bent down and kissed her. Her lips were warm and comforting.
Maggie, who had, when she was shy, something of the off-hand manner
of a boy, said:
"Yes. That's all right. We generally give him four and six."
They went into the dining-room where was Mr. Brassy. He came forward
to them, blowing his words at them, rubbing his hands:
"Miss Cardinal--I am honoured--my name is Brassy, your brother's
lawyer. Very, very sad--so sudden, so sudden. The funeral is at
twelve. If there is anything I can do--"
Miss Cardinal did not regard him at all and Maggie saw that this
annoyed him. The girl watched her aunt, conscious of some strange
new excitement at her heart. She had never seen any one who in the
least resembled this remote silent woman. Maggie did not know what
it was that she had expected, but certainly it had not been this.
There was something in her Aunt's face that recalled her father and
her uncle, something in the eyes, something in the width and height
of the forehead, but this resemblance only accentuated the
astounding difference.
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