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John came forward, speaking gravely, but not unkindly. "Lady Caroline, I am deeply grieved that this should have happened in my house, and through your visiting us against your husband's will." "His will!" "Pardon me; but I think a wife is bound to the very last to obey in all things, not absolutely wrong, her husband's will. I am glad you thought of writing to Mr. Brithwood."
"I can scarcely call it an election," returned John. He had been commenting on it to us that morning rather severely. An election! it was merely a talk in the King's Head parlour, a nomination, and show of hands by some dozen poor labourers, tenants of Mr. Brithwood and Lord Luxmore, who got a few pounds a-piece for their services and the thing was done. "Who is the nominee, Lady Caroline?"
Who should I see, but almost the last person I expected who had not been beheld, hardly spoken of, in our household these ten years Lady Caroline Brithwood, in her travelling-habit of green cloth, her velvet riding-hat, with its Prince of Wales' feathers, gayer than ever though her pretty face was withering under the paint, and her lively manner growing coarse and bold. "Is this Longfield?
Brithwood started up with an angry oath. "My good sir," said the baronet, with a look of reprehension which proved him of the minority who thought swearing ungentlemanly. "By , Sir Ralph, you shall not hear that low fellow!" "Excuse me, I must, if he has a right to be heard. Mr. Halifax, you are a freeman of Kingswell?" "I am." This fact surprised none more than myself.
John started. Well he might, for even to our quiet town had come, all this winter, foul newspaper tales about Nelson and Lady Hamilton. "Take care," he said, in much agitation. "Any taint upon a woman's fame harms not her alone but all connected with her. For God's sake, sir, whether it be true or not, do not whisper in Norton Bury that Lady Caroline Brithwood is a friend of Lady Hamilton."
"Love, perhaps another subject than our own affairs would be more interesting to Lord Luxmore." "Not at all not at all!" And the earl was evidently puzzled and annoyed. "Such extraordinary conduct," he muttered: "so very ahem! unwise. If the matter were known caught up by those newspapers I must really have a little conversation with Brithwood."
"Cousin, in my presence this gentleman shall be treated as a gentleman. He was kind to my father." "Curse your father!" John's right hand burst free; he clutched the savage by the shoulder. "Be silent. You had better." Brithwood shook off the grasp, turned and struck him; that last fatal insult, which offered from man to man, in those days, could only be wiped out with blood. John staggered.
Lord Luxmore looked considerably surprised, and politely incredulous still. His son-in-law broke out into loud abuse of this "knavery." "I will pass over this ugly word, Mr. Brithwood, merely stating that " "We are quite satisfied," interrupted Lord Luxmore, blandly. "My dear sir, may I request so useful a vote and so powerful an interest as yours, for our friend, Mr. Vermilye?"
For John, he soon took his place among them, with that modest self-possession which best becomes youth. Society's dangerous waters accordingly became smooth to him, as to a good swimmer who knows his own strength, trusts it, and struggles not. "Mr. Brithwood and Lady Caroline will be late," I overheard the hostess say. "I think I told you that Miss March "
Lady Caroline Brithwood wishes to see you." "Me?" "Yes, you," smiled the old lady; "you, John Halifax, the hero of the people, who quelled the bread riots, and gave evidence thereupon to Mr. Pitt, in London. Nay! why didn't you tell me the wonderful story? Her Ladyship is full of it. She will torment me till she sees you I know her ways. For my sake, you MUST come." Waiting no refusal, Mrs.
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