Love at Second Sight

Love at Second Sight

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Title: Love at Second Sight
Author: Ada Leverson
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LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT
by ADA LEVERSON
First published London, 1916
(Book Three of THE LITTLE OTTLEYS)

TO TACITUS
CHAPTER I
An appalling crash, piercing shrieks, a loud, unequal quarrel on a staircase, the sharp bang of a door....
Edith started up from her restful corner on the blue sofa by the fire, where she had been thinking about her guest, and rushed to the door.
'Archie--Archie! Come here directly! What's that noise?'
A boy of ten came calmly into the room.
'It wasn't me that made the noise,' he said, 'it was Madame Frabelle.'
His mother looked at him. He was a handsome, fair boy with clear grey eyes that looked you straight in the face without telling you anything at all, long eyelashes that softened, but gave a sly humour to his glance, a round face, a very large forehead, and smooth straw-coloured hair. Already at this early age he had the expressionless reserve of the public school where he was to be sent, with something of the suave superiority of the university for which he was intended. Edith thought he inherited both of these traits from her.
* * * * *
She gazed at him, wondering, as she had often wondered, at the impossibility of guessing, even vaguely, what was really going on behind that large brow. And he looked back observantly, but not expressively, at her. She was a slim, fair, pretty woman, with more vividness and character than usually goes with her type. Like the boy, she had long-lashed grey eyes, and blond-cendre hair: her mouth and chin were of the Burne-Jones order, and her charm, which was great but unintentional, and generally unconscious, appealed partly to the senses and partly to the intellect. She was essentially not one of those women who irritate all their own sex by their power (and still more by their fixed determination) to attract men; she was really and unusually indifferent to general admiration. Still, that she was not a cold woman, not incapable of passionate feeling, was obvious to any physiognomist; the fully curved lips showed her generous and pleasure-loving temperament, while the softly glancing, intelligent, smiling eyes spoke fastidiousness and discrimination. Her voice was low and soft, with a vibrating sound in it, and she laughed often and easily, being very ready to see and enjoy the amusing side of life. But observation and emotion alike were instinctively veiled by a quiet, reposeful manner, so that she made herself further popular by appearing retiring. Edith Ottley might so easily have been the centre of any group, and yet--she was not! Women were grateful to her, and in return admitted that she was pretty, unaffected and charming. Today she was dressed very simply in dark blue and might have passed for Archie's elder sister.
'It isn't anything. It wasn't my fault. It was her fault. Madame Frabelle said she would teach me to take away her mandolin and use it for a cricket bat. She needn't teach me; I know already.'
'Now, Archie, you know perfectly well you've no right to go into her room when she isn't there.'
'How can I go in when she is there?... She won't let me. Besides, I don't want to.'
'It isn't nice of you; you ought not to go into her room without her permission.'
'It isn't her room; it's your room. At least, it's the spare room.'
'Have you done any harm to the mandolin?'
He paused a little, as he often did before answering, as if in absence of mind, and then said, as though starting up from a reverie:
'Er--no. No harm.'
'Well, what have you done?'
'I can mend it,' he answered.
'Madame