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Lady Chillington cannot abear people that are always prying and asking 'What does this mean? and 'What does the other mean? A still tongue is the sign of a wise head." Ten minutes later I had said my prayers and was in bed. "Don't go without kissing me," I said to Dance as she took up the candle. The old lady came back and kissed me tenderly.
She may have meant merely the art of writing when I cordially agree with but I think she meant also the way of the world which does not make me withdraw my assent. I left her walking up and down in front of the drawing-room windows, a rather forlorn little figure, thrown into distinctness by the cold rays of the setting sun. All was not over yet. That evening Chillington broke away.
She had hardly gone in when the wanderers came out of the shrubbery and rejoined me. Chillington wore his usual passive look, but Miss Liston's face was happy and radiant. Chillington passed on into the drawing room. Miss Liston lingered a moment by me. "Why, you look," said I, "as if you'd invented the finest scene ever written." She did not answer me directly, but stood looking up at the stars.
Instead of returning to the house he went along the ridge till he arrived at the verge of Chillington Wood, and in the same desultory manner roamed under the trees, not pausing till he had come to Three- Walks-End, and the hollow elm hard by. He peeped in at the rift.
The direction to Lord Toneborough's being the other way from my house, you must meet me at Three-Walks- End in Chillington Wood, two miles or more from here. You know the place? Good. By meeting there we shall save five or six miles of journey a consideration, as it is a long way. Now, for the last time: are you still firm in your wish for this particular treat and no other?
He was one of a new council formed in August and sent into Ireland about the end of that month. Lady Vavasour was Ursula, daughter of Walter Gifford of Chillington, Staffordshire. Her husband was Sir Thomas Vavasour, Bart.
I imagined that she supposed that Chillington would ask her to marry him some day, before very long, and I was sure she would accept him; but it was quite plain that, if Miss Liston persisted in making Pamela her heroine, she would have to supply from her own resources a large supplement of passion.
It could not be Miss Chinfeather who had visited me, I argued with myself. The lips that had touched mine were not those of a corpse, but were instinct with life and love. Who, then, could my mysterious visitor be? Not Lady Chillington, surely! I half started up in bed at the thought.
Then she said in a dreamy tone, "I think I shall stick to my old idea in the book." As she spoke Chillington came out. Even in the dim light I saw a frown on his face. "I say, Wynne," said he, "where's Miss Myles?" "She's gone to bed," I answered. "She told me to wish you good-night for her, Miss Liston. No message for you, Chillington." Miss Liston's eyes were on him.
Fate was kind to Miss Liston, and provided her with most suitable patterns for her next piece of work at Poltons itself. There were a young man and a young woman staying in the house Sir Gilbert Chillington and Miss Pamela Myles. The moment Miss Liston was appraised of a possible romance; she began the study of the protagonists.
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