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No; he did not approve of the proceedings of his Society as exemplified by Miss Willoughby, and he was nearly guilty of falling asleep during the drive to Winderby Abbey. Scremerston was not much more genial, for his father was driving and conversing very gaily with his fair kinswoman. 'Talk about a distant cousin! thought Logan, who in fact felt ill-treated.
'So Scremerston seems to think, was Logan's idea, for the further he and the Earl advanced, the less, if possible, they saw of the pair in front of them; indeed, neither was visible again till the party met before dinner. However, Logan only said that he had a great esteem for Miss Willoughby's courage and industry through the trying years of poverty since she left St. Ursula's.
Could I disinherit Scremerston, which I cannot, the loss would not be felt by him in the circumstances. As to my daughter The peer rose and walked to the window. When he came back and resumed his seat, Logan turned on him a countenance of mournful sympathy. The Earl silently extended his hand, which Logan took.
I dressed in a moment in my smoking-clothes, lit a candle, and went out of my room, listening. I walked along the gallery 'It was your candle that I saw as I crossed the lawn, said Logan. 'When a door opened, the Prince went on 'the door of one of the rooms on the landing and a figure, all in white, it was Scremerston, emerged and disappeared down the stairs. I followed at the top of my speed.
'Thanks, awfully, said Scremerston, but he did not seem very keen. Poor little Scremerston! Logan 'breasted the brae' from the riverside to the house. His wading- boots were heavy, for he had twice got in over the tops thereof; heavy was his basket that Fenwick carried behind him, but light was Logan's heart, for the bustard had slain its dozens of good trout.
As the Viscount Scremerston's eyes were by no means fitted to express with magnetic force the language of the affections, Logan had to command his smile. 'But why have you changed your mind, if you liked her? he asked. 'Oh, you know very well! Can anybody see her and not love her? said Scremerston, with a vagueness in his pronouns, but referring to Miss Willoughby.
In the drawing-room Lady Mary was tentatively conversing with the Jesuit, that mild but probably dangerous animal. She had the curiosity which pious maiden ladies feel about the member of a community which they only know through novels. Certainly this Jesuit was very unlike Aramis. 'And who is he like? Logan happened to be asking Scremerston at that moment.
Then it is all very well for Scremerston to yield to Venus Verticordia, and transfer his heart to this new enchantress. But, if I am not mistaken, the Earl himself is much more kind than kin. The heart has no age, and he is a very well-preserved peer. You might take him for little more than forty, though he quite looked his years when I saw him first.
When Logan arrived at the station, a bowery, flowery, amateur-looking depot, like one of the 'model villages' that we sometimes see off the stage, he was met by the Earl, his son Lord Scremerston, and Miss Willoughby. Logan's baggage was spirited away by menials, who doubtless bore it to the house in some ordinary conveyance, and by the vulgar road.
'I know the face I know the voice; hang it! where have I seen the man? 'Now you mention it, said Scremerston, 'I seem to remember him too. But I can't place him. What do you think of a game of billiards, father? he asked, rising and addressing Lord Embleton. 'Rosamond Miss Willoughby, I mean 'Oh, we are cousins, Lord Embleton says, and you may call me Rosamond.
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