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The same thought was in their minds. But Nelly, restored to momentary calmness by her own suggestion, went quickly to Farrell, who with his sister and Marsworth was standing a little way off. 'I must go to London to-night, Sir William. Could you order something for me? 'I'll take you to Windermere, Mrs. Sarratt, said Cicely before her brother could reply. 'The motor's there now.
What was Miss Cookson about? Even if she were just mistaken, she might at least have brought her sister over to see for herself instead of preventing it by every means in her power. A most extraordinary woman! Cicely felt her way in reply. She really knew nothing except what Farrell had been able hurriedly to say to Marsworth at Windermere station which had been afterwards handed on to her.
They emerged at the moment from the cottage grounds, upon the high road; Farrell pointed ahead, and Nelly saw Marsworth and Miss Stewart walking fast up the hill before them, and evidently in close conversation. 'What can they have to talk about? said Nelly, wondering. 'Wouldn't you like to know! 'You're not going to tell me? 'Not a word. His eyes laughed at her.
Meanwhile as the clouds cleared away from the September afternoon, Marsworth and Cicely were strolling along the Lake, and sparring as usual. He had communicated to her his intention of leaving Carton within a week or so, and trying some fresh treatment in London. 'You're tired of us? she enquired, her head very much in air. 'Not at all. But I think I might do a bit of work.
As to the extravagances that still remained, in hats, or skirts, or head-dressing, were they to be any further reduced, Marsworth would probably himself implore her not to be too suddenly reasonable. For, without them, Cicely would be only half Cicely. But his sister's engagement, perhaps, had only made Farrell feel more sharply than ever the collapse of his own hopes.
Suddenly Marsworth paused in front of Cicely, intercepting her as she was making for the door. 'Would you be an angel, Miss Farrell, and help me to find a particular Turner drawing I want to see? Willy says it's in the studio somewhere. Cicely paused, half haughty, half irresolute. 'Willy knows his way about the portfolios much better than I do.
Once, during an earlier absence of Cicely's before Christmas, he had suddenly appeared at the Rectory, for ten days' treatment; and now again! Farrell laughed. 'As for Cicely, you can never count on her for a week together. She got home-sick, and wired to me that she was coming to-night. I forgot all about Marsworth. I expect they met at the station; and quarrelled all the way here.
Yet when Sir William and Cicely arrived, to find Bridget making tea, and Nelly listening with a little frown of effort, while Marsworth, pencil in hand, was drawing diagrams
Seven years! She spent the day in a wretched confusion of thoughts and plans. A telegram from Cicely arrived about midday 'Can't get to you till to-morrow. Willy and Marsworth coming to-day Marsworth not till late. So any hour might bring Farrell. She sat desperately waiting for him. Meanwhile there was a post-card from Bridget saying that she too would probably arrive that evening.
There was some silly shindy at a parish tea last week by the way, she's coming to you to-day? 'She arrives for lunch, said Nelly, looking at the clock. 'And the Stewarts are coming to the cottage in the afternoon! said Marsworth in despair. 'Can you keep her away? 'I'll try but you know it's not much good trying to manage Cicely. 'Don't I know it!
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