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I have always wanted to see the Abbey, Isleworth, and Rewtham estates in a ring fence before I died. Come and give me a kiss, my dear." Maria did as she was bid.
It is true that there was nothing particularly alarming about that, but its contents might have given a point to Angela's forebodings. It ran thus: "Rewtham House, Monday. "My dear Mr. Caresfoot, "With reference to our conversation last week about your daughter and G., can you come over and have a quiet chat with me this afternoon? "Sincerely yours, "Anne Bellamy."
Accordingly, that every afternoon, Angela, accompanied by Pigott, started off for Rewtham House, where Lady Bellamy still lived, or rather existed. It was her first outing since the inquest on George Caresfoot had caused her and her history to become publicly notorious, and, as she walked along, she was surprised to find that she was the object of popular sympathy.
Philip did not neglect to go to luncheon at Rewtham house, and a very pleasant luncheon it was; indeed, it would have been difficult for him to have said which he found the pleasantest: Maria's cheerful chatter and flattering preference, or Hilda's sweet and gracious presence.
His Jehu, known through all the country round as "Old Sam," was an ancient ostler, who had been in the service of the Rewtham "King's Head," man and boy, for over fifty years, and from him Arthur collected a good deal of inaccurate information about the Caresfoot family, including a garbled version of all the death of Angela's mother and Philip's disinheritance.
"You and your charming daughter must come and see me at Rewtham House, when we get in. What, have you not heard that Sir John has bought it from poor Maria Lee's executors?" Philip turned pale as death, and hurried from the room. "It is good," reflected Lady Bellamy, as she watched the effect of her shaft, "to let him know that I never forget."
My skill failed me it always does fail at need. I thought the fire would reach them somehow." When she arrived at Rewtham House, she found that Sir John had left, taking luggage with him, and stating that he was going to put up at an inn at Roxham. On the hall-table, too, lay a summons to attend the inquest on the body of George Caresfoot, which was to take place on the morrow. She tore it across.
"Has she come back to Rewtham?" "What, do you, then, know her?" "Yes that is, I used to three years ago. I live in the next parish." "Ah! then perhaps you are the gentleman of whom I have heard her to speak, Mr. Car-es-foot, whom she did seem to appear to love; is not that the word? to be very fond, you know."
Providing himself with some powerful restoratives and a portable electric battery he drove rapidly over to Rewtham House. Here he found the patient laid upon a sofa in the room where she had been found, and surrounded by a mob of terrified and half-dressed servants. At first he thought life was quite extinct, but presently he fancied that he could detect a faint tremor of the heart.
The dark hair, that threw out glinting lights of copper when the sun struck it, still curled in its clustering ringlets and showed no line of grey, while the mysterious, heavy-lidded eyes and the coral lips were as full of rich life and beauty as they had been when she and Hilda von Holtzhausen first met at Rewtham House.
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