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He was a widower, with two girls, who had often been allowed to play with Marcia. It was clear to Lady Coryston's eyes at once that Mr. She had expected it, of course. She herself was disturbed and upset. But she had perhaps hoped that he would reassure her make light of the situation. He did nothing of the kind.
"A man who makes an unjust will, and leaves everything to his wife," said Sir Wilfrid, calmly. "It's played the deuce in this family, and will go on doing it." Whereupon the late Lord Coryston's executor produced an outline of the family history up to date for the benefit of Lady Coryston's future son-in-law.
"I dare say. You're coming?" Sir Wilfrid nodded. "Oh, have you heard ?" She murmured to him behind her fan. Sir Wilfrid knew all their history had been her father's most intimate friend. She gave him a rapid account of Coryston's disinheriting. The old man rose, his humorous eyes suddenly grave. "We'll talk of this at Coryston. Ah, Newbury I took your chair I resign. Hullo, Lester good evening.
"She may be right there," said Arthur, gloomily, resuming his walk. "Whether she is or not, she'll take good care, my boy, that nothing comes of it," was Coryston's murmured comment. But the words were lost in his mustache. He turned to look at James, who was standing at the open window gazing into the garden. Something in his brother's meditative back seemed to annoy him.
The words formed themselves on Lady Coryston's angry lips. So the plot in which she had always refused to believe had actually been carried through! That woman on the platform was no doubt the butler's daughter, the miserly spinster who had guarded her Naboth's vineyard against all purchasers for twenty years.
If instead of finding a woman to argue and wrestle with I had found just a mother here, knitting by the fire" he threw out a hand toward Lady Coryston's empty chair "with time to smile and think and jest with no ax to grind and no opinions to push do you think I shouldn't have been at her feet her slave, her adorer?
Lady Coryston's eyes blazed in her gray-white face, which not even her strong will could keep from trembling. "So this, Arthur, is the reward you propose for all that has been done for you! for the time, the thought, the money that has been showered upon you " He looked at her from under his eyebrows, unmoved. "I should have remembered all that, mother, if you Look here!
"My dear," she said, panting a little and grasping Lady Coryston's wrist, with a plump hand on which the rings sparkled "My dear! I came to bring you a word of sympathy." Lady Coryston looked at her coldly. "Are you speaking of Coryston?" "Naturally. The only logical result of those proceedings last night would be, of course, the guillotine at Hyde Park Corner. Coryston wants our heads!
But before opening hers, Lady Coryston turned to the butler. "Is Mr. Arthur here?" "Yes, my lady. He is out now, but he left word he would be in for luncheon." Lady Coryston's face lit up. Marcia did not hear the question or the answer. She was absorbed in a letter which she happened to have opened first. She read it hastily, with growing astonishment.
He walked to a window near, and stood looking out, so that his face could not be seen by his companions, his hands in his pockets. Coryston's eyebrows went up; the eyes beneath them showed a genuine concern. Refusing a further pull at Lester's cigarettes, he took a pipe out of his pocket, lit it, and puffed away in a brown study. The figure at the window remained motionless.
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