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He stopped, noticing something entirely new in the look with which the young lady was regarding him. "Beg your pardon," said Geoffrey. "Do you wish to speak to me?" Blanche's face flushed all over. Her uncle came to the rescue. "Miss Lundie and I hope you have slept well Mr. Delamayn," said Sir Patrick, jocosely. "That's all." "Oh? That's all?" said Geoffrey still looking at Blanche.
For the rest, there he sat with his heavy head on his breast and his brawny arms on his knees weary of it by anticipation before it had begun. Sir Patrick broke the silence. He addressed himself to his sister-in-law. "Lady Lundie, are all the persons present whom you expected to see here to-day?" The gathered venom in Lady Lundie seized the opportunity of planting its first sting.
With all deference to Sir Patrick Lundie, his opinion of the impossibility of proving the marriage at Craig Fernie remains to be confirmed as the right one. My own professional opinion is opposed to it.
This change in the dynasty was effected without any of the usual symptoms of a revolution; for, as all well understood the Lieutenant's legal claims to command, no one felt disposed to dispute his orders. For reasons best known to themselves, Lundie and the Quartermaster had originally made a different disposition; and now, for reasons of his own, the latter had seen fit to change it.
Lady Lundie regrets to say that Sir Patrick, as head of the family, has threatened to return to Edinburgh, unless she consents to be guided by his advice in the course she pursues with the late governess.
Lady Holchester rang the bell at her side. "Take Sir Patrick Lundie to Mr. Marchwood," she said to the servant. Sir Patrick started. The name was familiar to him, as the name of a friend. "Mr. Marchwood of Hurlbeck?" he asked. "The same." With that brief answer, Lady Holchester dismissed her visitor.
I showed her at starting that we were as ready to face it as she was. 'I always accept what the French call accomplished facts, I said. 'You have brought matters to a crisis, Lady Lundie. So let it be. Could her ladyship decently refuse me an interview with my own niece, while two witnesses were looking on? Impossible.
Hester Dethridge advanced slowly to the table at which Lady Lundie was sitting. A slate and pencil hung at her side, which she used for making such replies as were not to be expressed by a gesture or by a motion of the head. She took up the slate and pencil, and waited with stony submission for her mistress to begin.
"Name one of your friends," said Lady Holchester. "Sir Patrick Lundie." Geoffrey heard the answer. "What about Sir Patrick Lundie?" he asked. "I wish to see Sir Patrick Lundie," said his mother. "And your wife can tell me where to find him." Anne instantly understood that Lady Holchester would communicate with Sir Patrick. She mentioned his London address.
The smell of the house was musty; the voice of the house was still. One melancholy maid haunted the bedrooms up stairs, like a ghost. One melancholy man, appointed to admit the visitors, sat solitary in the lower regions the last of the flunkies, mouldering in an extinct servants' hall. Not a word passed, in the drawing-room, between Lady Lundie and Blanche.
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