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"I am not acquainted with Lady Vargrave; your sister-in-law speaks of her most highly. And the daughter in herself is a sufficient guarantee for the virtues of the mother." "Yes; and Vargrave on one side, at least, has himself nothing in the way of family to boast of." The ladies left the hall, the gentlemen re-seated themselves.
Maltravers does not love me: I fear his report of my character " "I never heard him speak of you, Vargrave; and I will do Evelyn the justice to say, that precisely as she does not love she esteems and respects you." "Esteems! respects! these are the feelings for a prudent Hymen," said Vargrave, with a smile. "But, hark!
"Very lovely indeed! so young, too! and she is really going to be married to Lord Vargrave: so much older than she is, quite a sacrifice!" "Scarcely so. He is so agreeable, and still handsome. But are you sure that the thing is settled?" "Oh, yes. Lord Raby himself told me so. It will take place very soon." "But do you know who her mother was? I cannot make out." "Nothing particular.
But, seriously, before I answer you, you must tell me whether Lady Vargrave does know a gentleman of that name; yet, indeed, to save trouble, I may as well inform you, that I know it was under that name that she resided at C , when my poor uncle first made her acquaintance. What I ought to ask is this, supposing Mr.
He returned thanks simply and shortly; and without pointedly noticing the allusion in which Lord Raby had indulged, remarked, incidentally, that he had retired, certainly for some years perhaps forever from political life. Vargrave smiled significantly at Lord Raby, and hastened to lead the conversation into party discussion.
While Lumley was conversing, the little gate that made the communication between the gardens and the neighbouring churchyard, through which was the nearest access to the village, creaked on its hinges, and the quiet and solitary figure of Lady Vargrave threw its shadow over the grass. AND I can listen to thee yet, Can lie upon the plain; And listen till I do beget That golden time again.
LORD VARGRAVE heard the next morning, with secret distaste and displeasure, of Evelyn's intended visit to the Mertons. He could scarcely make any open objection to it; but he did not refrain from many insinuations as to its impropriety. Mrs. Leslie, indeed, you know; but Mrs. Merton, you allow, you have now seen for the first time.
Though the housekeeper was not prepared for Vargrave's arrival at so early an hour, yet he had been daily expected: the logs soon burned bright in the ample hearth of the breakfast-room; the urn hissed, the cutlets smoked; and while the rest of the party gathered round the fire, and unmuffled themselves of cloaks and shawl-handkerchiefs, Vargrave seized upon the housekeeper, traversed with delighted steps the magnificent suite of rooms, gazed on the pictures, admired the state bed-chambers, peeped into the offices, and recognized in all a mansion worthy of a Peer of England, but which a more prudent man would have thought, with a sigh, required careful management of the rent-roll raised from the property adequately to equip and maintain.
When the dinner was over, and the ladies had retired, Vargrave found himself seated next to Mr. Onslow, and discovered in his neighbour a most agreeable companion. They talked principally about Lisle Court, and from Colonel Maltravers the conversation turned naturally upon Ernest.
Meanwhile Lord Doltimore, though too cold and proud openly to notice what passed around him, seemed disturbed and anxious. His manner to Vargrave was distant; he shunned all tete-a-tetes with his wife. Little, however, of this did Lumley heed. A few weeks more, and all would be well and safe.
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