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Hubert looked and returned the glass to her, but she did not make use of it. 'Does he walk over from Agworth? was Hubert's next question. 'Yes. It does him good after a week of Belwick. 'There will soon be little difference between Belwick and Wanley, rejoined Hubert, drily. Adela glanced at him; there was sympathy and sorrow in the look. 'I knew it would grieve you, she said.
Who had ever hinted at revolution? He knew now that revolution had been at work from an earlier time than that; whilst he played and rambled with his brother the framework of their life was crumbling about them. Belwick was already throwing a shadow upon Wanley.
Climb Stanbury Hill at nightfall, and, looking eastward, you behold far off a dusky ruddiness in the sky, like the last of an angry sunset; with a glass you can catch glimpses of little tongues of flame, leaping and quivering on the horizon. That is Belwick.
'I've been to Belwick to-day, she began, sitting very close to Mrs. Waltham, whose lap she kept touching as she spoke with excited fluency. 'I've seen Mrs. Yottle. My dear, what do you think she has told me? Mrs. Yottle was the wife of a legal gentleman who had been in Mr. Mutimer's confidence. Mrs. Waltham at once divined intelligence affecting the Eldons. 'What? she asked eagerly.
'Oh, no! said the lady, with a smile. 'He was in business at Belwick. It was shortly after his marriage with Miss Mutimer that he took the voyage partly for his health, partly to examine some property his father had had an interest in. Old Mr. Eldon engaged in speculations I believe it was flax-growing. The results, unfortunately, were anything but satisfactory.
Once more we can climb to the top of Stanbury Hill and enjoy the sense of remoteness and security when we see that dark patch on the horizon, the cloud that hangs over Belwick. Hubert and the vicar of Wanley stood there together one morning in late April, more than a year after the death of Richard Mutimer.
I should fall into a monomania, and one of a very loathsome kind. Mr. Wyvern pondered. They walked on a few paces before Hubert again spoke. 'There was a letter from her in the "Belwick Chronicle" yesterday morning Something on the placard in Agworth station caused me to buy a copy.
The Parliamentary elections were very near at hand, and Mutimer almost lived in Belwick; it seemed to Adela that duty required her to be near him, as well as to supply his absence from New Wanley as much as was possible. She was still only the ghost of her former self, but disease no longer threatened her, and activity alone could completely restore her health.
Mutimer, a Belwick ironmaster; but Mrs. Eldon and her boys still inhabited the house, in consequence of certain events which will shortly be narrated. Wanley would have mourned their departure; they were the aristocracy of the neighbourhood, and to have them ousted by a name which no one knew, a name connected only with blast-furnaces, would have made a distinct fall in the tone of Wanley society.
Westlake had not seen. But a copy of the pamphlet which circulated in Belwick came into his hands, and when he began to talk on the subject with an intimate friend, who, without being a Socialist, amused himself with following the movement closely, he heard more than he liked. To Stella he said nothing of all this.
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