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Who could dare to blame her if she contemplated such a step as as a second marriage?" "A second marriage! We said nothing of a second marriage," said Lady Belstone, sharply. "You go a great deal too fast, canon. Luckily, our poor Mary is debarred from any such act of folly. I have no patience with widows who re-marry." "Debarred from a second marriage!" "Is it possible you don't know?"
"To be sure," said John, "unless you are going to be so unkind as to make a man only ten years your senior feel elderly." Miss Crewys interposed with a simple statement. "In my day, the age of a lady was never referred to in polite conversation. Least of all by herself. I never allude to mine." "You are unmarried, Georgina," said Lady Belstone, unexpectedly turning upon her ally.
It was a pity, old Lady Belstone whispered to her spinster sister, that John was not a Crewys, for he had a remarkably fine head, and had he been but a little taller and slimmer, would have been a credit to the family. Certainly John was not a Crewys.
"I should have liked to take a turn about the grounds with you," said Sir Timothy to his cousin, "if it had been possible; but I am afraid it is getting too dark now." "Surely there will be time enough to-morrow morning for that, brother," said Lady Belstone. Sir Timothy had walked to the oriel window, but he turned away as he answered her. "I may be otherwise occupied to-morrow."
James Coachman informed Lady Belstone and Miss Crewys that either steed was liable to drop down dead at any moment, and that they could not expect the best of horses to last for ever; but the old ladies would neither shorten nor abandon their afternoon drive, nor consent to the purchase of a new pair. They continued to behave as though horses were immortal.
"His letters give no details about himself," said Lady Belstone; "he makes no fuss about his wounded arm. He is a thorough Crewys, not given to making a to-do about trifles." "He could only write a few words with his left hand," said Miss Crewys; "more could not have been expected of him.
"A walk through Barracombe woods means simply a climb, Mary," said Lady Belstone; "and you are not strong." "I am perfectly robust, Isabella. Do allow me at least the use of my limbs," said Lady Mary, impatiently. "No woman, certainly no lady, can be called robust," said Miss Crewys, severely. The sudden clanging of a bell changed the conversation. "Visitors. How tiresome!" said Lady Mary.
"I am afraid," said Miss Crewys, considerately lowering her voice as the butler and footman crossed the hall to the outer vestibule, "that dear Mary is more than a little remiss in civility to her neighbours." "My dear admiral never permitted me to postpone returning a call for more than a week. Royalty, he always said, the same day; ordinary people within a week," said Lady Belstone.
"I hope I am not interrupting," he said, "but the ladies desired me that is, Lady Belstone and Miss Crewys desired me to let you know that tea was ready." The canon had an innocent surprised face like a baby; he was constitutionally timid and amiable, and his dislike of argument, or of a loud voice, almost amounted to fear.
"I don't say that, in my opinion," said Lady Mary, "it would not be wiser to leave a young married couple to themselves; I have always thought so. But Peter would not hear of your turning out of your old home; you know that very well." "Peter would not; but nothing would induce me to live under the same roof as that red-haired minx," said Lady Belstone, firmly.
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