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During the next few days all outward circumstances seemed to combine in one direction. The weather was perfect; Evelyn the most tactful of chaperons; Merle itself surpassed in beauty all that the sisters had heard of it. Their host-for such he practically was, as nearly every day saw them Mr Gresham's guests-quietly exerted all the powers he possessed to enhance the charms of his home. And Philippa lived in the sunshine of the present, in happy confidence as to the future.
"It _must_ be all right," she told herself. Only-once or twice-an almost imperceptible hesitation in the young man's manner struck her, or her imagination, with a faint shadow of misgiving, and occasionally an unspoken inquiry in Evelyn's eyes startled her a little.