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Glenarm and throughout the brief period during which it remained occupied with that topic Blanche became conscious of a strong smell of some spirituous liquor wafted down on her, as she fancied, from behind and from above. Finding the odor grow stronger and stronger, she looked round to see whether any special manufacture of grog was proceeding inexplicably at the back of her chair.
Julius, hungry for music, and reigned to circumstances, asked for no more. The servant returned with his answer. Mrs. Glenarm would join Mr. Delamayn in the music-room in ten minutes' time.
"Perry expects me in twenty minutes," he said. "Perry again!" "Yes." Mrs. Glenarm raised her fan, in a sudden outburst of fury, and broke it with one smart blow on Geoffrey's face. "There!" she cried, with a stamp of her foot. "My poor fan broken! You monster, all through you!" Geoffrey coolly took the broken fan and put it in his pocket. "I'll write to London," he said, "and get you another.
Delamayn here." Julius bowed and waited to hear more. "I must beg you to forgive my intrusion," the stranger went on. "My object is to ask permission to see a lady who is, I have been informed, a guest in your house." The extraordinary formality of the request rather puzzled Julius. "Do you mean Mrs. Glenarm?" he asked. "Yes." "Pray don't think any permission necessary. A friend of Mrs.
Glenarm gave it to her, and waited to see how the invalid bore it before she said any more. "There are things one must hear," remarked Lady Lundie. "I see an act of duty involved in this. No words can describe how you astonish me. Who told you?" "Mr. Geoffrey Delamayn told me." Her ladyship applied for the second time to the smelling-bottle.
"And devilish well earned," he added, going into the house, under protest, to appease Mrs. Glenarm. The offended lady was on a sofa, in the solitary drawing-room. Geoffrey sat down by her. She declined to look at him. "Don't be a fool!" said Geoffrey, in his most persuasive manner. Mrs. Glenarm put her handkerchief to her eyes. Geoffrey took it away again without ceremony. Mrs.
In my story, I shall make bold to turn my back on the Causeway, Dunluce Castle, the Mac Donnels, Banshees, and all, return to the beautiful neighborhood of Glenarm, and relate a little incident in the lives of some humble peasant people there. Some forty or fifty years ago, there lived at Glenarm, near the castle, a poor schoolmaster, named Philip O'Flaherty.
After what had passed that morning between Arnold and Blanche, if he remained at Lady Lundie's, he had no alternative but to perform his promise to Anne. He suddenly tossed the letter away from him on the table, and snatched a sheet of note-paper out of the writing-case. "Here goes for Mrs. Glenarm!" he said to himself; and wrote back to his brother, in one line: "Dear Julius, Expect me to-morrow.
The deserted woman had rallied the last relics of her old energy and had devoted herself to the desperate purpose of stopping the marriage of Mrs. Glenarm. Blanche was the first to break the silence. "It seems like a fatality," she said. "Perpetual failure! Perpetual disappointment! Are Anne and I doomed never to meet again?" She looked at her uncle.
With that formidable announcement, Lady Lundie closed the conversation; and Mrs. Glenarm rose to take her leave. "We meet at the Junction, dear Lady Lundie?" "At the Junction, on Saturday." "I CAN'T believe it! I won't believe it! You're trying to part me from my husband you're trying to set me against my dearest friend. It's infamous. It's horrible. What have I done to you? Oh, my head! my head!
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