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'It would, I suppose. Yet I wish I could get a living by some simple humble occupation, and drop the name of Petherwin, and be Berta Chickerel again, and live in a green cottage as we used to do when I was small. I am miserable to a pitiable degree sometimes, and sink into regrets that I ever fell into such a groove as this.
Young Mrs. Petherwin stepped from the door of an old and well-appointed inn in a Wessex town to take a country walk. By her look and carriage she appeared to belong to that gentle order of society which has no worldly sorrow except when its jewellery gets stolen; but, as a fact not generally known, her claim to distinction was rather one of brains than of blood.
'O no no, thank you not necessary at all, said Christopher, in haste. 'I only wish for an interview with a lady called Mrs. Petherwin. 'Yes; Mrs Petherwin my sister, said Picotee. 'She is in the plantation. That little path will take you to her in five minutes.
Notwithstanding her exaltation to the atmosphere of the Petherwin family, Ethelberta was very far from having the thoroughbred London woman's knowledge of sets, grades, coteries, cliques, forms, glosses, and niceties, particularly on the masculine side.
I am not ashamed of them; there is nothing to be ashamed of in them; and I shall not take any steps in the matter. 'Then you are an ungrateful woman, and wanting in natural affection for the dead! Considering your birth 'That's an intolerable Lady Petherwin crashed out of the room in a wind of indignation, and went upstairs and heard no more.
'Yes, that will do. And passing out of the yard, the man with the glance entered the inn with Sol, where they were shown to the parlour as requested. While the waiter was gone for some wine, which Mountclere ordered, the more ingenuous of the two resumed the conversation by saying, awkwardly: 'Yes, Mrs. Petherwin is my sister, as you supposed, sir; but on her account I do not let it be known.
'Dear Lady Petherwin don't be so unreasonable as to blame a live person for living! No woman's head is so small as to be filled for life by a memory of a few months. Four years have passed since I last saw my boy- husband. We were mere children; see how I have altered since in mind, substance, and outline I have even grown half an inch taller since his death.
Lady Petherwin, her mother-in-law, has been taking her about a great deal latterly. 'She has apparently a very good prospect. 'Yes; and it is through her being of that curious undefined character which interprets itself to each admirer as whatever he would like to have it.
'The family here, said a footman in answer to his inquiry, 'are only temporary tenants of the house. It is not Lady Petherwin's people. 'Do you know the Petherwins' present address? 'Underground, sir, for the old lady. She died some time ago in Switzerland, and was buried there, I believe. 'And Mrs. Petherwin the young lady, said Christopher, starting.
I was additionally informed by a friend whom I met yesterday on his way to the House of Lords, that her name is Mrs. Petherwin Christian name Ethelberta; and that she resides with her mother-in-law at their house in Exonbury Crescent. The marriage was a secret one, and much against the wish of her husband's friends, who are wealthy people on all sides.
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