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Though he had hardly seen her except at church, he had already made himself certain that the owner of that face must be worth knowing, and was not sorry to have the present opportunity of speaking to her. "So you have an unknown damsel shut up in your castle," he had once said to Mrs. Robarts.
Considering these things Mark Robarts tried to make himself believe that Lady Lufton would be delighted at his good fortune. But yet he did not believe it. She at any rate would revolt from the gift of the Greek of Chaldicotes. "Oh, indeed," she said, when the vicar had with some difficulty explained to her all the circumstances of the case. "Well, I congratulate you, Mr.
Lord Lufton had evidently admired Miss Grantly very much: indeed, he had said so to his mother half a dozen times; but it may almost be questioned whether the pleasure Lady Lufton derived from this was not more than neutralized by an opinion he once put forward that Griselda Grantly wanted some of the fire of Lucy Robarts.
"I have nothing to forgive," said Mrs Crawley. "Lady Lufton means," said Mrs Robarts, "that in asking you to talk openly to her of your affairs, she wishes you to remember that I think you know what we mean," said Mrs Robarts, knowing very well herself what she did mean, but not knowing at all how to express herself. "Lady Lufton is very kind," said Mrs Crawley, "and so are you, Mrs Robarts.
The clergymen appointed to form this commission are Mr Oriel, the rector of Greshamsbury, Mr Robarts, the vicar of Framley, Mr Quiverful, the warden of Hiram's Hospital at Barchester, Mr Thumble, a clergyman established in that city, and myself. We held our first meeting on last Monday, and I now write to you in compliance with a resolution to which we then came.
"And is she so very ill?" asked Mrs. Robarts. "I cannot say how ill she may be, except this, that she certainly has typhus fever. They have had some doctor or doctor's assistant from Silverbridge; but it seems to me that they are greatly in want of better advice." "But, Lucy, will you not read your letter? It is astonishing to me that you should be so indifferent about it."
He told Robarts the next day: Robarts said nothing, but his face seemed to turn greenish, and it embittered his hatred of Dodd the inoffensive. It is droll, and sad, but true, that Christendom is full of men in a hurry to hate. And a fruitful cause is jealousy.
She would not make that falsehood matter of accusation, but neither would she pronounce for it any absolution. In that matter Lucy must regulate her own conscience. "And what shall I do next?" said Lucy, still speaking in a tone that was half tragic and half jeering. "Do?" said Mrs. Robarts. "Yes, something must be done.
Are you going to speak to him about the affair of the the cheque, Mr Robarts?" "I am going to ask him to put his case into some lawyer's hands." "Oh! I wish he would!" "And will he not?" "It is very kind of you, your coming to ask him, but " "Has he so strong an objection?" "He will tell you that he has no money to pay a lawyer."
She pushed it open and walked in with a bold front, with eyes wide open, and a slow step. "Frank says that you want me," she said. Mr. Robarts and Fanny were both standing up by the fireplace, and each waited a second for the other to speak, when Lucy entered the room, and then Fanny began, "Lord Lufton is here, Lucy." "Here! Where? At the parsonage?"
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