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At half-past three, when George was still away, for he had gone out with his bailiff immediately after lunch, Philip and his daughter were shown into the drawing-room, where we may be sure Arthur was awaiting them. "Mr. Caresfoot is not back yet," said Arthur, "but I do not suppose that he will be long." "Oh! he will be here soon," said Philip, "because I told him we were coming to call.
Down the centre of the room ran a long wide table, whereon, and on a huge sideboard, was spread the whole of the Caresfoot plate, which, catching the light of the suspended candles, threw it back in dazzling gleams till the beholder was positively bewildered with the brilliancy of the sight. "Oh, how beautiful!" said Maria, in astonishment.
So soon as the carriage had passed through the drive-gates of the Abbey, the squire ordered the coachman to drive to Rewtham House, whither in due course he safely arrived. He was ushered into the drawing-room, whilst a servant went in search of Miss Lee, whom she found walking in the garden. "A gentleman to see you, miss." "I am not at home. Who is it?" "Mr. Caresfoot, miss!"
"Did I not tell you that I had a favour to ask of you, and wished to get you into a proper frame of mind first?" "A favour. You mean that you have some wickedness in hand that you are too great a coward to execute yourself. Out with it; I know you too well to be shocked." "Oh, very well. You saw Angela Caresfoot, Philip's daughter, here yesterday." "Yes, I saw her." "Very good.
But you, Philip Caresfoot, you sold your own flesh and blood for money or money's worth, and you are the worst of all worse than George, for even a brutal love is a nobler thing than avarice like yours. Well, as the sin is, so will the punishment be." "It is a lie! I thought that he was dead."
"Well, Caresfoot, you scarcely look like a bridegroom, I must say," said little Sir John, looking as pleased as though he had made an eminently cheerful remark. "No, but I am stronger than I look; marriage will cure me." "Humph! will it? Then you will be signally fortunate." "Don't croak, Bellamy. I am happy to-day there is fire dancing along my veins.
"Then there go the hopes of twenty years," he said. "For twenty long years, ever since my misfortune, I have toiled and schemed to get these lands back, and now it is all for nothing. Well, there is nothing more to be said," and he turned to go. "Stop a minute, Mr. Caresfoot. Do you know, you interest me very much."
I do not like Angela Caresfoot, but, upon my word, I shall be sorry for her before she is twenty-four hours older. She is made of too fine a material to be sold into such hands as yours, George Caresfoot." George looked up menacingly, but said nothing. "I have often urged you to give this up; now I urge no more the thing is done in spirit, it may as well be done in reality.
But she married him for all that, to feel that till she died that glance was always playing round her like a rapier in the hands of a skilled fencer. And very soon she did die, Mr. Caresfoot receiving her last words and wishes with the same exquisite and unmoved politeness that he had extended to every remark she had made to him in the course of their married life. Having satisfactorily eyed Mrs.
Heigham's death had been concocted to bring about the marriage, and last, but not least, that the Isleworth estates had passed into the possession of Philip Caresfoot, public opinion grew very excited, and the dog Aleck was well spoken of.
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