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Sir Ralph Oldtower, who was sheriff, sat at a table, with his son, the grave-looking young man who had been with him in the carriage; near them were Mr. Brithwood of the Mythe, and the Earl of Luxmore. The room was pretty well filled with farmers' labourers and the like.
But I regret, my lord I regret deeply, Mr. Brithwood," and there was a kind of pity in his eye "that in this matter I have been forced, as it were, to become your opponent. Some day, perhaps, you may both do me the justice that I now can only look for from my own conscience." "Very possibly," replied the earl, with a satirical bow.
Miss March has a fortune and I have none; and though I wish that difference were on the other side though it might and did hinder me from seeking her yet now she is sought and won, it shall not hinder my marrying her." "Likely not," sneered Mr. Brithwood. John's passion was rising again. "I repeat, it shall not hinder me.
I wish first to find out, for myself, whether Lady Caroline Brithwood is fitted to have under her charge one who is young innocent good." "Has she such an one? One thee knows?" "Yes." "Man or woman?" "Woman." My father turned, and looked John full in the eyes. Stern as that look was, I traced in it a strange compassion. "Lad, I thought so. Thee hast found the curse of man's life woman."
Where is your 'jeune heros, 'l'homme du peuple? I do not see him. Does he wear clouted shoes and woollen stockings? Has he a broad face and turned-up nose, like your 'paysans Anglais'?" "Judge for yourself, my lady he stands at your elbow. Mr. Halifax, let me present you to Lady Caroline Brithwood."
The Mythe was a little hill on the outskirts of the town, breezy and fresh, where Squire Brithwood had built himself a fine house ten years ago. "Ay, that will do; and as we go, you will see the floods out a wonderful sight, isn't it? The river is rising still, I hear; at the tan-yard they are busy making a dam against it. How high are the floods here, generally, Phineas?"
For a single instant they gazed at one another besotted husband, dishonoured, divorced wife gazed with horror and fear, as two sinners who had been each other's undoing, might meet in the poetic torments of Dante's "Inferno," or the tangible fire and brimstone of many a blind but honest Christian's hell. One single instant, and then Richard Brithwood made up his mind. "Coachman, drive on!"
Why, my dear, we furnish entertainment for our whole establishment, my husband and I. We are at the Mythe what the Prince Regent and the Princess of Wales are to the country at large. We divide our people between us; I fascinate he bribes. Ha! ha! Well done, Richard Brithwood! I may come home 'when and how I like! Truly, I'll use that kind permission."
"I can hardly tell. Once I understood that my cousin Richard Brithwood was left my guardian. This my fa this was to have been altered, I believe. I wish it had been. You know Norton Bury, Mr. Halifax?" "I live there." "Indeed!" with some surprise. "Then you are probably acquainted with my cousin and his wife?" "No; but I have seen them." John gave these answers without lifting his eyes.
But the man he was an old man seemed to hesitate at urging his horses right over "my lady." He even looked down on her with a sort of compassion I remembered having heard say that she was always kind and affable to her servants. "Drive on, you fool! Here" and Mr. Brithwood threw some coin amongst the mob "Fetch the constable some of you; take the woman to the watch-house!"
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