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What I did was you know, the very farthest suspicion one has of an extreme possibility one does not mind mentioning: I said 'Papa, if it should so happen that money is the objection to Besworth, we will not trouble you. At this, I can only say that he behaved like an insane person. He denounced me as wilfully insulting him that I might avoid one subject."
"Then," she said, "Besworth is not to be thought of. You told him so?" Adela's head drooped. "Oh!" she cried, "what shall we do? We shall be a laughing-stock to the neighbourhood. The house will have to be locked up. We shall live like hermits worried by a demon. Her brogue! Do you remember it? It is not simply Irish. It's Irish steeped in brine. It's pickled Irish!"
The letter was dated from Stornley, the estate of the marquis, Lady Charlotte's father. Her ladyship's brother was a member of Wilfrid's Club. "He calls Besworth the most habitable place in the county, and promises to be there as many months out of the twelve as you like to have him. I agree with him that Stornley can't hold a candle to it.
His struggle now was to pluck his passion from his heart; and such was already his plight that he saw no other way of attempting it than by taking horse and riding furiously in the direction of Besworth. "I am curious to see what you will make of this gathering. I can cook a small company myself.
They had gathering friends, and no means of bringing them together. And the beauty of the site of Besworth made them enthusiastic. "Well, but," said Mr. Pole: "what does it lead to? Is there nothing to come after?" He explained: "You're girls, you know. You won't always stop with me. You may do just as well at Brookfield for yourselves, as over there." The ladies blushed demurely.
"Nevertheless, you are, on the whole, in favour of beggarly alliances." "No, Wilfrid." "Why do you reject this offer that has been made to you?" Cornelia flushed and trembled; the traitorous feint had thrown her off her guard. She said, faltering: "Would you have me marry one I do not love?" "Well, well!" He drew back. "You are going to do your best to stop the purchase of Besworth?"
The exposure at Besworth, and the partial confirmation of her suspicions, were not without their secret comfort to her. In the carriage, coming home, Wilfrid had touched her hand by chance, and pressed it with good heart. She went to the library, imagining that if he wished to see her he would appear, and by exposing his own weakness learn to excuse hers. She was right in her guess; Wilfrid came.
The eyes of the fair economist sparkled as she dwelt on these particular advantages of Besworth. Richford boasted a show of flowers that might tempt its guests to parade the grounds on balmy evenings. Wilfrid kept by the side of Lady Charlotte. She did not win his taste a bit.
They were as little sordid as creatures could be. Mr. Pole had endowed them with a temperament similar to his own; and he had educated it. In feminine earth it flourished wonderfully. Shy as himself, their shyness took other forms, and developed with warm youth. Money was in the list. The Besworth question, as at present considered, involved the money question.
Adela started, breathing piteously: "Wilfrid, dear! you want something of me what is it?" "Simply that you should behave civilly to your father's guest." "I had a fear, dear; but I think too well of you to entertain it for a moment. If civility is to win Besworth for you, there is my hand." "Be civil that's all," said Wilfrid, pressing the hand given.
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