[Uncle Max by Rosa Nouchette Carey]@TWC D-Link bookUncle Max CHAPTER III 14/18
Though Colonel Ferguson did as he was told, I fancied he would keep a close watch over the young performer. The inner drawing-room had heavy velvet hangings that closed over the archway; on cold evenings the curtains would be drawn rather closely; there would be a bright fire, and a single lamp lighted.
Very often Uncle Brian would retire with his book or paper when Sara's valses wearied him or the room filled with young officers.
Since Ralph's death he had certainly become rather taciturn and unsociable.
Aunt Philippa, who loved gaiety, never accompanied him, but now and then Jill would creep from her corner, when her mother was not looking, and slip behind the ruby curtains.
I have caught her there sometimes sitting on the rug, with her rough head against her father's knee; they would both of them look a little shamefaced, as if they were guilty of some fault. 'Go to bed, Jill; it is time for little girls to be asleep,' he would say, patting her cheek.
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