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Wilde alone could have satisfactorily solved. Being here, he was naturally disposed to make himself extremely agreeable to his hostess. "You can't think how anxious I am to inspect the élite of Meadowshire!" he said, laughing. "My life is an incomplete thing without a sight of it."
Long after it was dark she could see the two red specks of their cigars wandering about like fire-flies in the garden, and could hear the crush of the rough gravel under their footsteps, and the low murmur of their voices as they talked. "You are coming into Meadowshire, are you not?" asked Maurice, ere they parted. Herbert shook his head. "Not to the Millers?"
It had been a nine days' wonder in Meadowshire the county had rung with the news everybody had marvelled and speculated, but no one had got any nearer to the truth than that Vera was supposed to have "mistaken her feelings."
Miller has well determined that the marriage is to be a good one, and that her daughter is to strengthen her father's position in Meadowshire by a union with one or other of its leading families. Now, when Mrs. Miller came to pass the marriageable men of Meadowshire under review, there was no such eligible bachelor amongst them all as Sir John Kynaston, of Kynaston Hall.
In spite, however, of his wealth, it is doubtful whether he would ever have achieved the difficult task of being returned for so exclusive and aristocratic a county as Meadowshire had he not made a most prudent and politic marriage. He had married one of the Miss Esterworths, of Lutterton.
It was the quiet hour of the day; there were very few people about; everybody was indoors eating heavy luncheons, with sunblinds drawn down to keep out the heat. They were almost as much alone as in a country lane in Meadowshire. "What are you going to do with yourself?" he said to her, presently. "What use are you going to make of your life?"
Miller, in confidence, to her husband. "And I should very much like to know who that sunshade belonged to," added the M.P. for Meadowshire, severely. "I think, my dear, we shall have to overlook that part of the business, for, as Tom will leave them his money, why " "Yes, yes, I quite understand; we must hope the young man has had a good lesson. Let bygones be bygones, certainly," and Mr.
Therefore, when Andrew Miller married Caroline Esterworth, there was at once an end of all hesitation as to how he was to be treated amongst them. Meadowshire might wonder at Miss Caroline's taste, but it kept its wonder to itself, and held out the right hand of fellowship to Andrew Miller then and ever after.
"Oh, dear me, another parson, Beatrice! I really don't think we can; I have got three already. They shall have a card for the ball." "You will ask that handsome girl who lives with them, won't you?" "Not the slightest occasion for doing so," replied her mother, shortly. Beatrice lifted her eyebrows. "Why, she is the best-looking woman in all Meadowshire; we cannot leave her out."
There was much, however, that was incomprehensible to Helen Romer in the situation of things, which she only half understood. If Maurice loved Vera, why was it that he was in Manchester whilst she was still in Meadowshire? that was what Helen could not understand. A sure instinct told her that Maurice must know better than any one why his brother's marriage had been broken off.
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