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Not so well, I am sure, as you might have married; but neither would he be a good husband, though not so bad as Stanley; and I do not think that Mark Wylder will quietly submit to his disappointment. 'It was to have been simply a marriage of two estates. It was old Lady Chelford's plan. I have now formed mine, and all that's over.
Upon this, on Lord Chelford's motion, in our forlorn condition, we went to the billiard-room, and there, under the bright lights, and the gay influence of that wonderful game, we forgot our cares, and became excellent friends apparently 'cuts, 'canons, 'screws, 'misses, 'flukes' Lord Chelford joked, Wylder 'chaffed, even Lake seemed to enjoy himself; and the game proceeded with animation and no lack of laughter, beguiling the watches of the night; and we were all amazed, at length, to find how very late it was.
The Dulhamptons have arrived: the old Marchioness never appears till three o'clock, and only out in the carriage twice since they came. I can't say I very much admire Lady Constance, though she is to be Chelford's wife. She has fine eyes and I think no other good point much too dark for my taste but they say clever; and not another word was there on this subject.
Not that seaworthy faith which floats the spirit through the storm, but fragments of its long-buried wreck rolled up from the depths and flung madly on the howling shore. 'I'd like to see Rachel, at last he said, holding Chelford's hand in both his, very hard.
Lake's hand, with which he clutched and pulled Chelford's, was trembling. 'You must reflect, my dear Lake, how very severe are the injuries you have sustained. You certainly are in danger great danger. Lake became indescribably agitated, and uttered some words, not often on his lips, that sounded like desperate words of supplication.
Oh, ho! ho! and Mr. Larkin lifted up his pink eyes and long hands, and shook his long head, with a melancholy smile and a sigh like a shudder. When at the later breakfast, up at Brandon, that irregular pencilled scroll reached Lord Chelford's hand, he said, as he glanced on the direction 'This is Mark Wylder's; what does he say?
It was all, you know, old Lady Chelford's arrangement: and Dorcas is so supine, I believe she would allow herself to be given away by anyone, and to anyone, rather than be at the least trouble. She provokes me. 'But I thought she liked Sir Harry Bracton: he's a good-looking fellow; and Queen's Bracton is a very nice thing, you know. 'Yes, so they said; but that would, I think, have been worse.
Stanley Lake left old Lady Chelford's side, and glided to that of Dorcas Brandon. 'Will you dance this set are you engaged, Miss Brandon? he said, in low eager tones. 'Yes, to both questions, answered she, with the faintest gleam of the conventional smile, and looking now gravely again at her bouquet. 'Well, the next possibly, I hope? 'I never do that, said the apathetic beauty, serenely.
Lady Chelford's wrath was now turned anew upon Wylder and the inconvenience of having no visible object on which to expend it was once more painfully felt. Railing at Mark Wylder was, alas! but beating the air. The most crushing invective was thanks to his adroit mystification simply a soliloquy.
Old Lady Chelford's bitter and ominous acquiescence also came, and the presence of mother and son at the solemnity averted the family scandal which the old lady's first access of frenzy threatened.
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