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'There is nothing to make known I don't understand, said Ethelberta, going from him. By this time Ladywell had walked round the gravel walks with the two other ladies and Mr. Belmaine, and they were all turning to come back again. The young painter had deputed his voice to reply to their remarks, but his understanding continued poring upon other things.
Neigh from whose usually apathetic face and eyes there had proceeded a secret smouldering light as he listened and regarded her followed in the same direction and vanished at her heels into the churchyard, whither she had now gone. Mr. and Mrs. Belmaine exchanged glances, and instead of following the pair they went with Mrs.
Belmaine to be so precise in her directions now. By the time that they were grouped around the tomb the visit had assumed a much more solemn complexion than any one among them had anticipated.
It was a bright hope-inspiring afternoon in this mid-May time when the carriage containing Mr. and Mrs. Belmaine, Mrs.
Belmaine with the degree of flippancy which is considered correct for immortal verse, the Bible, God, etc., in these days. And Ethelberta replied, lit up by a quick remembrance, 'It is a good time to talk of Milton; for I have been much impressed by reading the "Life;" and I have decided to go and see his tomb. Could we not all go?
This sensitiveness was a trait in her character which gave great gratification to her husband, and, indeed, to all who knew her. 'And have you any theory on the vexed question of servant-government? continued Mrs. Belmaine, smiling. 'But no the subject is of far too practical a nature for one of your bent, of course. 'O no it is not at all too practical.
She appears to be quite the correct spectacle. Happy Mrs. Petherwin! The subject of their dialogue was engaged in a conversation with Mrs. Belmaine upon the management of households a theme provoked by a discussion that was in progress in the pages of some periodical of the time. Mrs. Belmaine was very full of the argument, and went on from point to point till she came to servants.
'I always thought that Milton was buried in Poet's Corner, said Mr. Belmaine. 'So did I, said Neigh; 'but I have such an indifferent head for places that my thinking goes for nothing. 'Well, it would be a pretty thing to do, said Mrs. Belmaine, 'and instructive to all of us. If Mrs. Petherwin would like to go, I should. We can take you in the carriage and call round for Mrs.
The face of Ethelberta showed caution at once. 'I consider that Lady Plamby pets her servants by far too much, said Mrs. Belmaine. 'O, you do not know her?
Belmaine and her carriage some years before had accidentally got jammed crosswise in Cheapside through the clumsiness of the man in turning up a side street, blocking that great artery of the civilized world for the space of a minute and a half, when they were pounced upon by half-a-dozen policemen and forced to back ignominiously up a little slit between the houses where they did not mean to go, amid the shouts of the hindered drivers; and it was her nervous recollection of that event which caused Mrs.