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It was possible, and if that mother of Lucy's would let her come where doctors knew something, she might get well; but she wouldn't; she was determined that no husband should be burdened with an ailing wife, and so if the mountain would not come to Mahomet, why, Mahomet must go to the mountain, and Guy fairly leaped from his chair as he exclaimed: "I have it Doc! he's the most skillful man I ever knew; I'll send him to England; send him to the Atherstones; he shall go to Naples with them as their family physician; he can cure Lucy; I'll speak to him the very next time he comes here;" and with another burden lifted from his mind, Guy began to wonder where Maddy was, and why that day had been so long.
Are you really going to see mother this afternoon?" "Certainly. "I don't want to talk any more about all the dreadful things you've been doing," said Marcia, with sisterly dignity. "I know it wouldn't be any good. But there's one thing I must say. I do beg of you, Corry, not to say a word to mamma about about Arthur and Enid Glenwilliam. I know you were at the Atherstones on Saturday!"
Hilton Barber, now of Halesowen, near Cradock, and his brothers Guy and Graham. The latter, one of the truest friends I ever had, is, alas! long since dead. He fell a victim to pneumonia at Johannesburg in the early days. Related to or connected with the Barbers were the Atherstones, Cummings, McIntoshes, and Dicks, whose tents usually, stood in the vicinity of the Barber encampment.
She shook her head, slipped her hand in his, and they walked back to the house together. The state of mind in which Lady Coryston drove home from the Atherstones' cottage would have seemed to most people unreasonable.
So long as Arthur Coryston was present the Tory son of his Tory mother, an Opposition M.P. for a constituency, part of which was visible from the cottage garden, and a comparative stranger to the Atherstones, it was scarcely possible to let Coryston loose.
Arthur was acquainted with those strange people the Atherstones?" he said, in a tone of easy interrogation, looking for his hat. Lady Coryston was a little surprised by the remark. "I suppose an M.P. must be acquainted with everybody to some extent," she said, smiling. "I know very well what his opinion of Mr. Atherstone is." "Well, good-by, Lady Coryston.
And in that spirit she rose to meet the stately lady in black, whom the Atherstones' maid-servant was showing across the garden. "Miss Glenwilliam, I believe?" Lady Coryston paused and put up her eyeglass. Enid Glenwilliam advanced, holding out her hand. "How do you do, Lady Coryston?" The tone was gay, even amused.
It had already carried Arthur Coryston over half the county. That morning he had been told at the Atherstones' cottage, on his breathless arrival there, just before luncheon, that while the Chancellor had returned to town, Miss Glenwilliam had motored to a friend's house, some twenty miles north, and was not going back to London till the evening. Arthur Coryston at once pursued her.
He recognized the lady at once, had several times seen her on the platform when her father spoke at meetings, and the frequent presence of the Glenwilliams at the Atherstones' cottage was well known to the neighborhood. By George! if that did mean anything!
Ah! what isn't she doing?" said Sir Wilfrid, significantly. "All the same, she lies low." As he spoke, his eyes fell upon the hillside and on the white cottage of the Atherstones emerging from the wood. He pointed. "They will be there on Sunday fortnight after the Martover meeting." "Who? The Glenwilliams?" Sir Wilfrid nodded. "And I am of opinion that something will happen.
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