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Perhaps that is why she has never lightened her garb of woe. And she makes my life a burden to me because I won't wear a cap. Ah! how heartless it all sounds, and yet how ridiculous! Dear Cousin John, haven't I bored you? Let us go in." With characteristic energy John Crewys set in hand the repairs which he had declared to be so necessary.
"I wish old Lady Crewys had been as faithful," said Lady Mary, shrugging her shoulders. "Young people always like changes," said Lady Belstone, more leniently. "Young people!" said Lady Mary, with a rather pathetic smile. "John will think you are laughing at me. Am I to be young still at five-and-thirty?"
"She has no tact," said Lady Belstone, shaking her head; "for when Peter saw you were annoyed, and tried to pass it off by telling her the Crewys family had no sense of humour, instead of saying, 'What nonsense! she said, 'What a pity!" "Her mother was full of a letter from Lady Tintern about some grand lord or other, who wanted to marry Sarah.
Their own mother was a most select person; and little thought when she gave the orders for dinner, and all that, who the old gentleman's next wife would be," said Sarah, giggling. "They always talk of her as the Honourable Rachel, since Lady Crewys, you know, might just as well mean the cook. I suppose the old squire got tired of her being so select, and thought he would like a change.
Before the house rolled rich meadows, open spaces of cornland, and low-lying orchards. The building itself stood out boldly on a shelf of the hill; successive generations of the Crewys family had improved or enlarged it with more attention to convenience than to architecture.
The frequent explanations which ensued, regarding the seniority of the widow, were a source of constant satisfaction to Miss Crewys, and vexation to her sister. "You might be a hundred years old, Georgina," she would angrily lament. "I very soon shall be a hundred years old, Isabella, if I live as long as my grandmother did," Miss Crewys would triumphantly reply.
"You've not been here very much lately," he said, "but you've been here long enough to guess her secret, as you you've guessed mine. Eh? You needn't pretend, for my sake, to misunderstand me." "I wasn't going to," said Sarah, gently. "John Crewys is the very man I would have chosen I did choose him," said the doctor, looking at her almost fiercely.
The Crewys family had been Squires of Barracombe, cultivating their own lands and living upon them contentedly, for centuries before the Hewels had ever been heard of in Devon, as all the village knew very well; wherefore they regarded the Hewels with a mixture of good-natured contempt and kindly tolerance.
John Crewys had faithfully carried out the instructions of the will; and there were many thousands yet left of the sum placed at his disposal for the improvements of the estate; a surplus which would presently be invested for Peter's benefit, and added to that carefully tied-up capital over which Sir Timothy had given his heir no discretionary powers.
Think what a time poor mamma used to give me, and what an angel of goodness you were to the poor little black sheep who loved you so." Sarah's white dress, shining in the moonlight, caught the attention of John Crewys, through the open window. He paused in his walk outside. Peter's voice uttered something, and the two dark figures passed slowly on. "They won't interrupt us," said Sarah, serenely.
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