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"It is not only four miles to Maundell," he remarked, staring at the table-cloth, not at Lady Maria, "but it is four miles back." "By a singular coincidence," said Lady Maria. The talk and laughter went on, and the lunch also, but Lord Walderhurst, for some reason best known to himself, did not finish his.
For a few seconds he stared at the table-cloth, then he pushed aside his nearly disposed-of cutlet, then he got up from his chair quietly. "Excuse me, Maria," he said, and without further ado went out of the room, and walked toward the stables. There was excellent fish at Maundell; Batch produced it at once, fresh, sound, and desirable.
She was kept in good training by her walking in town, Springy moorland swept by fresh breezes was not like London streets. "I think I can manage it," she said nice-temperedly. "If I had not run about so much yesterday it would be a mere nothing. You must have the fish, of course. I will walk over the moor to Maundell and tell Batch it must be sent at once. Then I will come back slowly.
Emily's lips tried to tremble into a smile; she put out her hand fumblingly toward the fish-basket, and having secured it, began to rise. "I sat down to rest," she faltered, even apologetically. "I walked to Maundell, and it was so hot." Just at that moment a little breeze sprang up and swept across her cheek. She was so grateful that her smile became less difficult.
"Oh, I shall have to find a new place," she was thinking, "and I have lived in that little room for years." The sun got hotter and hotter, and her feet became so tired that she could scarcely drag one of them after another. She had forgotten that she had left Mallowe before lunch, and that she ought to have got a cup of tea, at least, at Maundell.
Batch sometimes has it, but he is the fishmonger at Maundell, and that is four miles away, and we are short-'anded, your ladyship, now the 'ouse is so full, and not a servant that could be spared." "Dear me!" said Lady Maria. "Emily, this is really enough to drive one quite mad. If everything was not out of the stables, I know you would drive over to Maundell.
A large lump swelled in Emily's throat as she walked about the comfortable, deserted apartments of her James. Large tears dropped on the breast of her dress as they had dropped upon her linen blouse when she walked across the moor to Maundell. But she bravely smiled as she tenderly brushed away with her hand two drops which fell upon a tweed waistcoat she had picked up.
"As I have said before, Emily Fox-Seton has become the lodestar of my existence. I cannot live without her. She has walked over to Maundell to make sure that we do not have a dinner-party without fish to-night." "She has walked over to Maundell," said Lord Walderhurst "after yesterday?" "There was not a pair of wheels left in the stable," answered Lady Maria.
After breakfast she spent her morning in doing a hundred things for Lady Maria. She wrote notes for her, and helped her to arrange plans for the entertainment of her visitors. She was very busy and happy. In the afternoon she drove across the moor to Maundell, a village on the other side of it.
The moorland air was so sweet, the sound of the bees droning as they stumbled about in the heather was such a comfortable, peaceful thing, that she convinced herself that she should find the four miles to Maundell quite agreeable. She had so many nice things to think of that she temporarily forgot that she had put Mrs.
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