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It did, in truth, contain nothing more than a repetition of the very terms which the lady had herself suggested; but coming to him through these local lawyers it was doubly distasteful. What was he to do? He felt it to be out of the question to accede at once. Indeed, he had a strong repugnance to putting himself into communication with the Buntingford lawyers.
He says she asked the questions strangers generally do ask 'Who lived in the neighbourhood? If she took a lodging in the village for August were there many nice places to go and see? and so on. She said she had visited the Buntingford tombs in the chantry, and asked some questions about the family, and myself Was I married? Who was the heir? etc.
Buntingford nodded, and the two heads, the black and the grey, bent towards each other, while Alcott gave his murmured report. "You know we have no servant. My sister does everything, with my help, and a village woman once or twice a week. Lydia came down this morning about seven o'clock and opened the front door.
"And the car has been ordered for Miss Pitstone?" "Oh, yes, my Lord, long ago." "Gracious! Isn't that the cart!" There was certainly a sound of wheels outside. Lord Buntingford hurried to a window which commanded the drive. "That's her! I must go and meet her." He went into the hall, reaching the front door just as the pony-cart drew up with a lady in black sitting beside the driver. Mrs.
Haven't you dinned it into me at half a dozen dances lately? No! I'm entitled to my say and here it is. Claim all the freedom you like but as you're not twenty-five, but nineteen let a good fellow like Buntingford give you advice and be thankful!" "Prig!" said Helena, pelting him with a spray of wild cherry, which he caught and put in his button-hole.
Lord Buntingford had more resource and could hold out longer, so that at last Helena rose impatiently: "I don't feel that I have been at all prettily welcomed have I, Mrs. Friend? Lord Buntingford never allows one a single good mark. He says I have been idle all the winter since the Armistice. I haven't. I've worked like a nigger!" "How many dances a week, Helena? and how many boys?"
But then they turned me into a fish, and fished for me with the family umbrellas. I had distinctly the worst of it." And she took off her cap, turning it round on her hand, and looking at the dints in it with amusement. "Oh, no, you never get the worst of it!" said Lord Buntingford, laughing, as he handed her the cake. "You couldn't if you tried." She looked up sharply. Then she turned to Mrs.
Surely he must realize what was happening and his huge responsibility he must. Helena disappeared. Geoffrey volunteered to tie up a portfolio they had only half examined, while Buntingford finished a letter. While he was handling it, the portfolio slipped, and a number of drawings fell out pell-mell upon the floor. Geoffrey stooped to pick them up.
Friend, tucking her feet under her. She was in a white dressing-gown, and she had hastily tied a white scarf round her loosened hair. In the dim light of a couple of candles her beauty made an even more exciting impression on the woman watching her than it had done in the lamp-lit drawing-room. "It's war!" she said firmly, "war between Buntingford and me.
And he was conscious that not only all Buston, but all Buntingford was aware of what he had attempted to do. Every one whom he chanced to meet would, as he thought, be talking of him, and therefore he feared to be seen by the eye of man, woman, or child. There was a self-consciousness about him which altogether overpowered him.
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