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Also an elderly gentleman who is sketching on the river has already promised her a lesson." "You'll be going down there sometime?" said Buntingford, turning an enquiring look on his nephew. "The week-end after next," said Geoffrey "unless Helena forbids it. I must inspect the inn, which I recommended and take stock of the elderly gentleman!"
Then Geoffrey said in an unsteady voice: "Philip! there is one person you must tell perhaps first of all. You must tell Helena yourself." Buntingford stopped as though under a blow. "Of course, I shall tell Helena but why? His voice spoke bewilderment and pain. "Tell her yourself that's all," said Geoffrey, resolutely "and, if you can, before she hears it from anybody else."
Lady Cynthia and Lady Georgina were his only surviving children, and the earldom was extinct. The sisters possessed a tiny house in Brompton Square, and rented Beechmark Cottage from Lord Buntingford, of whom their mother, long since dead, had been a cousin.
The face and hair of the old man had blanched indeed to a singular whiteness; but the eyes, blue under strong eyebrows, with their concentrated look, were the eyes of the Lord Buntingford with whom she had just been talking. The hoot of a motor startled her, and she ran to a window which commanded the drive. An open car was rapidly approaching.
However, they did come, and at eleven o'clock after various directions and orders given we packed off and got to Hertford safely. Changed horses without alighting and proceeded to Buntingford, where we changed again. As we passed by Hammells we saw the new Lodges which are built at the entrance of the Park, and look very pretty; at present they are only brick, but are to be painted white.
The woman noticed that she stayed some time looking at the monuments in the church, and the tombs in the Buntingford chantry, which all the visitors go to see. She ordered some sandwiches at the Rose-and-Crown and got into talk with the landlord.
Through the drawing-room door she heard a voice from the hall full of indignant energy. "You ought to sack that man, Cousin Philip. He's spoiling that beautiful car of yours." "Is he? He suits me. Have you been scolding him all the way?" "Well, I told him a few things in your interest." Lord Buntingford laughed. A few words followed in lowered tones. "He is telling her about me," thought Mrs.
While the funeral dirge was pealing sadly at Tretton, the joyful marriage-bells were ringing both at Buntingford and Buston. Joe Thoroughbung, dressed all in his best, was about to carry off Molly Annesley to Rome previous to settling down to a comfortable life of hunting and brewing in his native town. Miss Thoroughbung sent her compliments to Mrs. Annesley. Would her brother be there?
The June evening was in full beauty when the car drew up at the Rectory. Alcott and Dr. Ramsay's partner received them. The patient they reported had insisted on being lifted to a chair, and was feverishly expecting them. Buntingford carried the boy upstairs, the bonne following. The doctors remained on the landing, within call. At sight of her mistress, Zélie's rugged face expressed her dismay.
"And she possessed this bag?" mused Buntingford "which she or some one bought at Florence for I've discovered the address of a shop in it Fratelli Cortis, Via Tornabuoni, Firenze. You didn't find that out, Helena." He passed the bag to her, pointing out a little printed silk label which had been sewn into the neck of it. Then Vivian Lodge asked for it and turned it over.
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