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At least it is not settled finally; but as Lord Hollingford is the only trustee who takes any interest and being Lord Cumnor's son it is next to certain. 'I think I must have a voice in the matter, said Mr. Gibson; and he relapsed into silence, keeping his ears open, however, henceforward. 'How long will he be away? asked Cynthia. 'We shall miss him sadly.
When she looked back upon her visit as she drove home in the solitary grandeur of the Towers' carriage, there had been but one great enduring rub Lady Cumnor's crossness and she chose to consider Cynthia as the cause of that, instead of seeing the truth, which had been so often set before her by the members of her ladyship's family, that it took its origin in her state of health. Mrs.
'That's a very neat and diplomatic answer, said Lady Harriet, smiling, and tapping Molly's cheek with her fan. 'Molly knows nothing about it, said Mrs. Gibson, a little off her guard. 'It would be very impertinent if she or any one else questioned Lady Cumnor's perfect right to come when she chose.
But of course I preferred going to Lady Cumnor's own room, where I could see her and Lady Harriet quietly, and where we were not disturbed by the bustle downstairs. Of course we were obliged to go down to lunch, and then I saw my old friends, and renewed pleasant acquaintances. But I really could hardly get any connected conversation with any one.
Lady Cumnor's character was perhaps a little too ponderous for him in reality, but he was always full of admiration for all her words and deeds, and used to boast of her wisdom, her benevolence, her power and dignity, in her absence, as if by this means he could buttress up his own more feeble nature. 'Very good very good, indeed! Clare to join you at the Towers! Capital!
There had been no time, before dinner, for more than the barest expression of satisfaction at meeting, and our seats had been at opposite ends of the longish table, so that we got our first real look at each other in the secluded corner to which Mrs. Cumnor's vigilance now directed us.
Lady Cuxhaven, notable from girlhood, was using the blind man's holiday to net fruit- nets for the walls at Cuxhaven Park. It was always Lady Cumnor's habit to snub those she loved best.
The remembrance of Lord Cumnor's letter gave her a very becoming consciousness; she wished to attract, and hoped that she was succeeding. Still they only talked of the countess's state for some time; then a lucky shower came on. Mr. Gibson did not care a jot for rain, but just now it gave him an excuse for lingering. 'It is very stormy weather, said he. 'Yes, very.
His friends were always welcomed by Lord and Lady Cumnor; the former, indeed, was in the habit of welcoming everybody everywhere; but it was a proof of Lady Cumnor's real affection for her distinguished son, that she allowed him to ask what she called 'all sorts of people' to the Towers.
Now we'll just have a little medical talk, Mr. Gibson, and then you and Clare shall finish your tete-a-tete. They were neither of them quite as desirous of further conversation together as they had been before the passage out of Lord Cumnor's letter had been read aloud. Mr.
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