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'Really, Miss Coningham, I think the least we can do is to help Mr Cumbermede to our small ability. We sha'n't be allowed to come to-morrow if we overdo it to-day. Miss Brotherton was evidently on the point of saying something indignant, but yielded notwithstanding, and I was left alone once more. Again I laboured until the shadows grew thick around the gloomy walls.
Taking no notice whatever of Brotherton, I addressed Clara in what I fancied a distant and dignified manner, which she might, if she pleased, attribute to the presence of her companion. 'Miss Coningham, I said, 'will you allow me the honour of offering you my mare? She will carry you better. 'You are very kind, Mr Cumbermede, she returned in a similar tone, but with a sparkle in her eyes.
Only you must do as he tells you, or it'll be the worse for us all. I know him. 'I shall be delighted, I said. 'I can give both the ladies plenty to do. Indeed I regard Miss Coningham as one of my hands already. Won't Miss Brotherton honour us to-day, Miss Coningham? 'I will go and ask her, said Clara. They all withdrew. In a little while I had four assistants, and we got on famously.
'Not even yours, Mr Osborne? replied Clara, with a stately coldness quite marvellous in one so young; and leaving him, she came again to my side. I peeped at Mr Coningham, curious to see how he regarded all this wrangling with his daughter. He appeared at once amused and satisfied. Clara's face was in a glow, clearly of anger at the discourteous manner in which Charley had spoken.
'Are you there, Miss Coningham? Could you help me to find a book I left here? There was silence; but after the briefest pause I heard the sound of her dress as she swept hurriedly out into the gallery. I advanced. On the top of the steps, filling the doorway of the armoury in the faint light from the window, appeared the dim form of Brotherton. 'I beg your pardon, I said.
I will send my man with a note in the morning. He looked a little puzzled and undetermined, but said at length, 'I dare say your plan is the best. How long has Miss Coningham been here? 'About ten days, I think. He looked thoughtful and made no answer. 'I see, you are afraid of my falling in love with her again, I said.
Almost all madness, you know, turns either upon love or religion. 'So I have heard. I doubt it with men. It may be with women. But you won't surprise them? It might startle your mother too much. She is not strong, you say. Hadn't I better tell Clara Coningham? She can let them know you are here. 'It would be better. 'What do you say to going there with me to-morrow?
Perhaps 'Malcolm Drummond. The true reading seems to be 'Sandilands. Perhaps 'Coningham. Either 'Copeland' or 'Copeldike. The same season about the end of this discomfiture there was an English squire called Thomas Waltham, a goodly and a valiant man, and that was well seen, for of all that night he would nother fly nor yet yield him.
He pointed to the top of the last page, or rather the last half of the cover. I read as follows: 'MARRIAGES, 1748. 'I don't know the name of Daryll, I said. 'It was your own great-grandfather's name, he returned. 'I happen to know that much. 'You knew this was here, Mr Coningham, I said. 'That is why you brought me here. 'You are right. I did know it.
It is quite time I were getting home now. Mr Forest will be in a way about me. So will Charley Osborne. 'Oh yes, said Mr Coningham, 'I remember hearing you were at school together somewhere in this quarter. But tell us all about it. Did you lose your way? I told them my story. Even Clara looked grave when I came to the incident of finding myself on the verge of the precipice.
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